Chapter 37: A feast for the eyes makes it easier for the food to go down
While Chu Qing-Yan was stamping her feet and beating her chest inside, a certain someone had already started to enjoy his breakfast without any qualms. He didn't even have a bit of awareness of having disrupted someone's sweet dreams.
Yesterday night, in order to understand the entire situation in Prince Ying's manor, she especially chatted with Xi Ning until midnight. Now, she only felt that her eyelids were very heavy and she was only thinking of setting an appointment with the G.o.d of Dreams to play chess.
But the person at the same table didn't seem to want to fulfill her wishes. A deep and low voice that was as pleasant as a deep sound from a grandfather clock, but that also jolted a person's lungs and heart sounded, "Haven't woken up yet?"
With this respected huge Buddha present, how would she dare to tell the truth? One quiver and she woke up, then repeatedly waved her hand. "No no no, I have slept my fill!"
"Oh? Did you sleep well?" A certain someone seemingly interested, asked in an even tone as he picked up some food from the dishes.
A bead of cold sweat formed on her forehead. Was she allowed to say that the bed was too hard and the quilt still had a musty and rank odor?
But how could you tell the master of the house that their hospitality was bad? That's not right, it seemed right now she wasn't actually a guest, then what could she be considered as?
Just when Chu Qing-Yan was mulling over this question, Xiao Xu glanced at her, speaking only a syllable. "Uh?"
This single undulated sound from him give rise to fine beads of sweat on Chu Qing-Yan's back. Why does this Prince Ying always give her the feeling he was a hibernating snow wolf? His cold eyes were like the snow with a cold atmosphere that threatens people.