However, the sister-in-law remained polite. "If the young master wants you to recuperate, then just recuperate. Otherwise, I’d feel I wasn’t living up to the wages he pays . Miss Yan, you had better rest. There’s plenty of ti. Once you’re better, imagine all the dishes you’ll be able to prepare for him in a lifeti..."
Her words certainly sounded pleasant.
A lifeti, she mused.
Yes, how many dishes would she need to prepare for that big lug in a lifeti? No need to rush it.
She tiptoed back to her bed.
With a full stomach and feeling comfortable and warm, it was the perfect ti for a nap.
When she woke up, it was almost dusk.
Wan Donglin had never slept so long before. He opened his eyes in disbelief, but he felt refreshed and invigorated, the accumulated fatigue and anxiety from the past several days completely gone.
Glancing over, he couldn’t help but chuckle. The woman in his arms was using him as a pillow. A trace of drool near the corner of her mouth had matted a few strands of her hair. Her long eyelashes were perfectly still. She was sleeping so soundly.
What a goddess of sleep.
Covered by the quilt, she was very warm. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips cherry-red. Even the pale skin of her thigh resting on him had a faint pink hue.
Having just woken up himself, he imdiately scooped her into his arms.
She sat in his lap, still with her eyes closed.
He, amused, placed her hands behind his neck, but she kept her eyes softly closed.
Suddenly, he gave her a playful jolt. "Still pretending to sleep, are you? We’ll see about that!"
Her body trembled slightly, then she burst into giggles, clinging tightly to his neck and exclaiming, "You big lug, are you trying to drop ?"
"Silly girl, I caught you pretending! Are you going to keep faking it?"
She laughed and begged for rcy. "I wouldn’t dare anymore! Never again!"
"Will you serve well?"
"Of course, this little one will serve you well, sir..."
"And how would you do that?"
He burst into laughter, so delighted that he tumbled back onto the bed.
Suddenly, she pounced on him, pinning him down fiercely. "Go on, yell now! Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will co to save you... Hmph..."
"Help! Help!"
Without missing a beat, he squealed in a high-pitched voice, "rcy! rcy, please..."
"Why are you begging ?"
"I’m begging you to hurry, I can’t wait any longer..."
Indeed, she was his student—one he had molded with his own hands. It catered to his extre, perverse fondness for having her sit on his lap, nestled in his arms while holding a book... He hadn’t expected that now, without a book, she could be even wilder...
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