Coming out feeling refreshed, he wiped the water droplets off his body and opened the curtains. Sunlight poured into the dim house, a breeze blowing through, clearing away all the dust and woodchip slls in the room.
Yu Zexiao turned his head and saw Jian Anning still leaning against the wall at the bathroom door. Last night had been a bit intense. Before taking a shower, she didn’t feel it, but after washing up, it was as if all her strength was used up, and she suddenly felt weak.
"Are you okay?" Seeing her exaggerated state, Yu Zexiao chuckled, "Do you need to carry you downstairs?"
"No need." Jian Anning steadied herself, then got up and dressed.
After tidying up a bit, it was almost eleven o’clock. Seeing the ti they got up, Jian Anning blushed a bit: "We can’t wake up this late from now on."
"What are you afraid of? It’s a rare vacation." Thinking about it, he was unlucky. When others finish filming, they have a few days to rest. He, however, has to keep working, even after filming, albums need recording. Just thinking about it makes him feel overworked: "At worst, you can just say you haven’t adjusted to jet lag."
"It’s better not to explain at all!" Isn’t that like revealing the secret?
"Anyway, as long as we don’t do this in the future." She knew that yesterday was a special case — Yu Zexiao had abstained for a week, and in his own house, he was naturally more relaxed. Being the only child, he was naturally very pampered.
"Besides, my grandparents and parents are eager for to quickly get married and have kids."
Jian Anning changed into a dignified and elegant outfit, as she didn’t like overly flashy or shocking clothes. The two of them went downstairs together. In the dining room downstairs, the family had already set up a small tea tray, drinking tea while waiting. As soon as they saw the two coming down from the stairs, everyone’s eyes turned towards them.
Jian Anning instantly felt a bit embarrassed, her face turning crimson, and she lowered her head as she descended the stairs, saying, "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, good morning."
Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito’s.
On the other hand, Yu Zexiao was full of energy, even looking at his not-so-favorite father, Yu Jingxi, seed more agreeable today: "Morning."
His voice lifted slightly, clearly in a good mood.
"Morning, my foot! Do you know what ti it is?" Yu Jingxi’s face fell as he scolded his son. He just couldn’t stand Yu Zexiao’s arrogant deanor, but he wasn’t blaming Jian Anning. Still, hearing his reprimand, Jian Anning, already a bit scared of him, felt even more apologetic: "Sorry, we’ll be more careful next ti."
Seeing his wife being scolded by his father, Yu Zexiao was instantly displeased: "What are you doing? Do you think I care to greet you?"
He turned back to comfort her, "Anning, don’t be afraid, he’s just bored!"
"Zexiao! How can you talk like that!" Yu Jingxi’s face couldn’t bear it, wondering if he really had such a son?
Yu Zexiao stood defiantly, with his grandparents around, would his dad dare to be tough?
Sure enough, Xia Ziyu chid in repeatedly: "Okay, okay! I see it’s you! Picking fights with no reason, otherwise how would Xingxing be unhappy?"
As she spoke, she turned back and smiled, looking Yu Zexiao up and down: "Xingxing, in good spirits?"
"Yeah, of course. Resting at grandma’s house is just comfortable." A smile imdiately broke out on Yu Zexiao’s face.
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