Early in the morning, Ye Jiao woke up and took care of her bed. Her storage bracelet was quite large, so she was able to keep the mattress inside. It served as her bed when she truly needed one.
Walking out of the cave, she noticed that her movements had caused the young man to wake up.
"Good morning, Zheng."
"Good morning, Ai Jiao," Zheng replied. His golden iris looked straight at the young girl before him as he scrutinized her. It was apparent that the young girl didn't seem to have any qualm for sleeping outside, something that many young pampered geniuses lacked when they were young.
Ye Jiao looked at the young man in confusion. "Why is it your turn to look at me so much? I'm going to cook, you can cook your own food, right?"