Xu Yanche had spent practically the entire past week in bed.
He Qing had been nothing short of an insatiable wolf these past few days.
The moment he caught Xu Yanche, he would ravage him mercilessly.
Even now, Xu Yanche's waist still ached.
Seven days. A full seven days.
Xu Yanche could finally leave the bedroom.
He Qing wanted to carry Xu Yanche downstairs.
Xu Yanche refused him outright.
"Get your ass to work."
[Seriously, what the fuck is he pretending for now? He never let me off in bed. My waist doesn't even feel like it belongs to me anymore.]
Jiang Qian, He Yumo, and He Jing, who were eating in the dining room: "..."
They suddenly realized that hearing other people's thoughts was not necessarily a good thing.
He Jing covertly studied the two people coming downstairs.
Seeing how intimate they were, with kiss marks still on Xu Yanche's neck—
She nearly turned into a screaming rubber chicken.
Her gaze was brimming with excitement.
Jiang Qian tapped He Jing on the head. "Sweetie, did studying make you stupid? Why are you so happy to be eating raw ginger?"
He Jing: "!"
Only then did she notice the spicy burn in her mouth.
Sure enough, it was ginger.
"Hahaha, I was just thinking about something."
Jiang Qian looked at her daughter with pity.
It seemed she had failed as a mother. She had not even known her daughter liked raw ginger. After breakfast, she would tell the chefs to prepare ginger for He Jing in all sorts of different ways from now on.
He Qing took a soft cushion and placed it on the chair for Xu Yanche to sit on.
Sitting on the chair like some lord, Xu Yanche began ordering He Qing around.
[*It's all this bastard's