Translator: Pika

  Still drowsy, Zu An subconsciously reached out a hand to hug her. “You’re finally back, honey? Come and get some sleep.”


  Did Chu Chuyan change her perfume? She always wore an elegant orchid fragrance—why did he smell a sweet rose fragrance?

  “Ahem, ahem……” There came the sound of a light, displeased cough.

  Zu An turned around. Qin Wanru and Chu Chuyan were standing beside the bed.

  Both of them had clearly not slept a wink. Their eyes were..