Mo Xuetong got up late in the morning and could still feel the pain in her head. She leaned on a cushion but couldn't recall when she fell asleep last night. The quilt was placed meticulously on her without any sign of wrinkles. Could it be Feng Yuran...

How could he be such a caring person? Mo Xuetong laughed at her own guess.

Hearing her getting up, Mo Lan pulled up the curtain and tucked it behind the hooks aside, which was decorated with jade-like stone. "Do ...