Since it wasn't her own large apartment with underfloor heating, Ming Ling had just climbed out of Xia Yao's bed, wearing warm, figure-hugging black leggings and a loose, cream-white knit sweater that reached her thighs. Without makeup, she looked all the more soft and feminine.
Then, when she saw the noisy "disaster" around the little table, her sleepy daze instantly turned into complicated speechlessness.
Seriously, what exactly were you guys arguing about?
And did I just see something black crawl under the bed?
"Lingzi, don't suddenly stop!"
Xia Yao, who was only halfway up the stairs, complained helplessly from below.
With the addition of two gorgeous women, the Cabin's morning suddenly became much brighter.
As usual, Ming Ling sat beside Gou Yu. Lazily spearing the breakfast in front of her, the happiness of tasting a runny egg yolk right after waking up made her feel increasingly fond of staying here.
"So, what's this guy howling about? Does he want you to buy him a new toy?"
Then she looked at Fang Ran, who had been howling "I want it, I want it, I want it" all morning, and asked without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
"About that..."
With a helpless wry smile at how she had, in a sense, guessed correctly, Gou Yu briefly explained the situation.
"Huh? Junior, you want a motorcycle?"
Carrying a glass of milk out of the kitchen, Xia Yao crouched near Fang Ran and smiled as she asked him. Her black stockings and short skirt, probably a size fifty or sixty D, entered his field of vision.
Fang Ran, who had been rolling around just a second ago, immediately sat up with a whoosh!
And upon hearing that this was what they had been making such a fuss about, Ming Ling, as a rich second-generation heiress,