An An listened to his description and almost got so angry she cried again. "Lu Mingfei, stop talking. Turn around."
Lu Mingfei had no choice but to obediently do as she said. Fine, she was shy, so he'd just go along with her.
Anyway, last night, every part he should see and shouldn't see, he'd already seen clearly.
Maybe that little woman didn't even know there was a tiny mole on the inside of her thigh.
An An finished changing. After all that fussing around, another half hour had gone by.
So by the time they went downstairs, it was already ten‑thirty.
When Feng Zhihe saw them coming down, she smiled till her eyes curved. "An An, you must be hungry, right? Mom will get you something to eat."
"Mom, I actually wanted to get up earlier. I was already awake, but he insisted it was still early and told me to sleep a little more, and then we overslept. Mom, I'm sorry, I couldn't help you make breakfast."
