「The next day.」
When Jiang Xinli woke up, Ye Kuo had already gone downstairs to help prepare supplies.
After she finished washing up and walked to the top of the stairs, a long, slender leg suddenly shot out, blocking her path.
Xuan Ying, dressed in an exquisite and luxurious black outfit, leaned lazily against the stairwell with his arms crossed, a half-smile on his face as he watched her.
"You venomous snake, what are you doing first thing in the morning?" Jiang Xinli smacked his leg. "Put it down."
Xuan Ying obediently retracted his long leg, then leaned his tall frame toward her. "Little Bumble, you were too loud last night. You kept me up all night."
The man's ice-blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Strand by strand, it carried the faint, crisp scent of the ocean, wafting into Jiang Xinli's nose.
She shot him a look, feigning composure. "So?"
