With the girls by his side, time passed quickly.
Before he knew it, night had fallen.
Spending the night in his own home left Lu Yuan feeling more settled and restrained.
He and the girls had only gone as far as a little teasing; things hadn't gotten too intense.
At daybreak the next morning, the clear chirping of birds slipped in through the crack in the window.
The girls woke one after another, rubbing their bleary eyes as they got up. As soon as they reached the living room, their attention was drawn to the table, laden with a lavish breakfast.
Fang Wan had risen early. She had not only made fragrant millet porridge and steamed soft, chewy corn buns, but had also prepared a full plate of nourishing tonics. The soup was light and sweet, the ingredients carefully chosen—it was obvious she had put a lot of thought into it.
Xia Qingyin and Jiang Xuanran were already used to this. They sat down with their hair tied back and slowly ate their porridge, perfectly at ease, without even a flicker of surprise in their eyes.
Celicia and Shamirra merely gave the food a couple of curious glances before obediently picking up their bowls and chopsticks.
Only Ye Qingyue, who was visiting Lu Yuan's home for the first time, had a faint blush rise almost imperceptibly across her fair, cool cheeks.
Her long lashes fluttered slightly. Her fingers paused around her chopsticks for half a second as her gaze darted over the tonics on the table, then quickly dropped. She pretended to be calm as she scooped up a spoonful of porridge, but there was no hiding the faint pink at the tips of her ears.
Tonics?
So Auntie had heard them?
Fang Wan saw it all. A kind, knowing