Su Zhen called Su Rongcheng the next morning. At that time, Su Rongcheng had just woken up, and his father directly called him to the study.
He lay in bed without moving, holding Xin Wan.
Xin Wan nudged him, "Your dad is calling for you, aren't you going?"
"Not going..." He simply buried his head in her long hair, "Never seen a father so oblivious to romance!"
"..." Xin Wan stopped nudging and started pinching, "Are you not going?!"
"Ow..." Su Rongcheng's bare waist felt ticklish where she pinched, and he grabbed her hand with his eyes closed, "Be gentler, okay? Still have energy? Aren't you tired?"
Xin Wan's face turned red, and she didn't relent; he continued to mumble, "I'm really tired, don't torment me anymore, a middle-aged man can't take it, my waist is sore..."
Xin Wan was so angry she kicked him, "Nonsense all day long!"
