All the guests were seated around the table, each looking as spirited, young, and handsome as they used to, well-groomed and dressed to the nines.
Each man had his woman sitting to his right.
The dining table was laden with delicious dishes, resembling a banquet one might expect at a five-star hotel.
There were still two empty seats next to Ye Que; he glanced over and frowned, asking, "Where's Qi Yu?"
Chi Zaozao raised an eyebrow, hinting upstairs, "He's probably still not up. Yi went to call him."
So, everyone sat there, waiting for Shen Qiyu to come down.
Before long, he did come downstairs, but he was limping as he walked.
After settling into the chair beside Ye Que, Ye Que asked him, "What happened to your leg?"
Shen Qiyu looked toward Wen Yi, who had also just taken her seat, but she didn't even glance at him.
He remembered sleeping soundly when a woman suddenly threw the blanket off and then, she smacked his thigh with such vigor...
