As Feng Jin had said, after washing her face with this cleanser, her skin felt incredibly smooth and there was a faint fragrance. This thing was truly wonderful.
She couldn't wait to share it with Feng Jin. When she reached the bedside, she discovered Feng Jin had already fallen into a deep sleep.
How exhausted must she have been to fall asleep the moment she touched the bed? Ling Mohan wasted no more time. He lifted one side of the quilt and lay down beside Feng Jin. With a wave of his hand, he pulled the woman's soft body into his embrace.
The sleeping little woman seemed to sense something and turned over, burying her head in Ling Mohan's chest. Finally, she found a comfortable position, and soon, her steady breathing filled the air.
Ling Mohan suddenly felt like a free bolster, unable to move, letting Feng Jin hold him like this.
In the end, he also relented. He reached out and tightly returned the embrace to Feng Jin, resting his chin on her forehead. Content, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep as well.
The next morning, warm sunlight streamed onto the bed. Feng Jin murmured a couple of times, her eyes bothered by the light. She casually reached for the quilt to cover her head.
Ling Mohan, who had already woken up, saw all of Feng Jin's small movements. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. He reached out and lifted the quilt from Feng Jin's head, his deep voice ringing out, "The sun is already high in the sky. Until when do you plan to sleep?"
The man's voice clearly reached Feng Jin's ears. Reluctantly, she opened her still sleepy eyelids, staring blankly at the man before her. After a moment of adjustment, she spoke softly, "Why are you still here?"
Was it a day off from court? What time was it? Why was Ling Mohan still lying there so leisurely?
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jin let out a yawn. The sleepiness immediately washed over her again, her eyelids constantly fighting to stay open. Feng Jin couldn't resist and turned over again, pulling the quilt over her head.
"What time is it? You should get up. We need to eat."
Ling Mohan said helplessly, reaching out to lift the quilt from Feng Jin's head again.
Feng Jin forced her hazy eyelids open, yawning sleepily. She couldn't even sleep peacefully. She really wished Ling Mohan would leave quickly.
"Aren't you supposed to go to court today?"
"Yes, I am."
"Then why are you still here?"
The two spoke back and forth, their words devoid of emotion, and a hint of awkwardness began to fill the air.
"I just returned." Ling Mohan explained helplessly. He had already returned from court, and Feng Jin was still sleeping soundly in bed. He guessed that if he had returned any later, Feng Jin would truly sleep until noon.
Feng Jin was slightly surprised by the answer. She had already returned from court, and she was still sleeping in. In comparison, she felt a little embarrassed.
She cleared her throat softly, masking her embarrassment. "Well, let's go eat first... let's go eat..."
With that, Feng Jin got up, looking slightly flustered. She casually tied her beautiful hair back, securing it with a simple pearl hairpin. A few playful strands of hair dangled in front of her forehead, adding a touch of gentleness.
Ling Mohan sat to the side, quietly observing Feng Jin's every move. His gaze finally landed on Feng Jin's fair and tender neck. His Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed, and a peculiar emotion clouded his eyes.
Feng Jin, however, didn't notice the man's unusual behavior at all. As usual, she walked over to Ling Mohan's side. "Let's go. Why are you just sitting there blankly?"
Long after she spoke, Ling Mohan didn't respond as he usually did. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Feng Jin, scrutinizing her.
This strange gaze made Feng Jin feel uncomfortable. She instinctively flinched, lowered her head, and looked herself over. She touched her face; nothing seemed out of place. Why was Ling Mohan staring at her like this today?
"Is there something on me... mmm... mmm..."
Before Feng Jin could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed shut in a peculiar way. Feng Jin's eyes widened as she stared at the man before her, her gaze filled with disbelief.
The moment her body sank onto the bed, Feng Jin suddenly realized that things were developing ominously. She quickly reached out to push away the man pressing down on her.
"What are you doing? It's broad daylight. Are you crazy!"
"Don't move, be good..."
The man's deep, husky, and magnetic voice sounded in Feng Jin's ear. His warm breath caressed her neck, and for a moment, Feng Jin felt her whole body tingle as if she had been electrocuted. Even the arms pushing against the man felt weak, and she momentarily forgot to resist, letting the man have his way.
...
"I'm so hungry..." Da Bao cried weakly, leaning on the table. He patted his stomach, which felt as if it were about to starve. He was truly so hungry. Why hadn't Father and Mother arrived yet? He was about to starve to death.
Er Bao, who was usually calm, was also quite hungry at this moment, but he straightened his back, maintaining his decorum. His rumbling stomach, however, completely betrayed his true state.
"Young masters, why don't you eat first? We don't know when the young general and madam will arrive."
Cai Qing looked at the two little ones starving and felt genuinely unable to bear watching them continue to go hungry. Besides, she didn't know when the young general and young madam would arrive. They couldn't just keep starving like this.
She served some dishes onto the two children's plates and then took the remaining dishes, placing them on the stove to keep warm.
"You said Father and Mother... went... there?"
Da Bao, while eating, found it difficult to remain quiet. At this time, Father and Mother hadn't arrived yet. Where could they have gone? It was very curious.
Er Bao glanced at his meddling brother. Didn't he know that curiosity killed the cat? Why did he have to worry about such things? The most important thing now was to fill their stomachs.
Since Father and Mother hadn't arrived yet, they must have been delayed by something. They would naturally appear once they were finished with their business. Thinking too much would be of no use.
Er Bao continued to eat quietly, ignoring Da Bao and completely filtering out his rambling.
Da Bao, being ignored, immediately drooped his face. It was as if he wasn't being taken seriously at all.