The next day, Ning Guiwan was downstairs in the kitchen by four o'clock, and by a quarter past five, she had prepared breakfast.
By then, the kitchen was bustling. Steward Fang came over to check on things and was somewhat surprised to see Ning Guiwan carrying a tray.
His gaze made Ning Guiwan blush.
"Making a special breakfast for Sir?" Steward Fang asked with a somewhat suggestive smile.
Ning Guiwan's face grew even redder, but she didn't act coyly and openly admitted, "He came home late last night. He probably won't come down for breakfast, so I'm taking it up to him."
Steward Fang beamed. "Go on then. Sir will surely be happy to see you."
At Quan Yu's door, Ning Guiwan took a deep breath, then raised her hand to knock, but the door opened before she could.
Quan Yu appeared, wearing a black robe. Its crossed lapels were askew, likely from sleep, leaving the neckline gaping open to his abdomen and revealing his delicate collarbones, well-defined chest, and abs.
