Yang Fan slept until after two in the afternoon, and that was only because Ye Tong forcibly woke him up; otherwise, Yang Fan felt he could have easily slept through the entire evening. Even though he got out of bed, his mind still seemed to be resting on the pillow.
"Where are those two cowards?" Yang Fan asked, rubbing his sore eyelids, as he spoke to the sister-in-law beside him.
"They're drinking tea in the courtyard." In Ye Tong's eyes, there was a faint blush hinting at shyness, like a delicate rose after the rain, radiating an alluring charm.
"They're much more spirited than you. They woke up at noon. When Meng Zhu came back, we cleaned up lunch together. After eating, I figured it was about time to wake you up. Even if you eat something and go back to sleep, it would be better."
