This body doesn't even feel like mine anymore.
All because of Qin Jian! Last night, he was simply like a starving wolf, a fierce tiger...
An Hao rushed into the bathroom to hurriedly wash her face and brush her teeth, changed her clothes, and went downstairs without even having time to make the bed.
She was halfway down the stairs when she heard the noise of pots and pans being tidied downstairs, mixed with Zhang Yun's voice.
The voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough to reach An Hao's ears: "I've simmered red date porridge in the pot for An Hao and left some eggs too. Make sure she eats more when she wakes up."
"I got it."
Zhang Yun paused, then added, "If An Hao wakes up later, you should take a good look at your bed and hammer in the nails properly. Your dad has a hard time sleeping, and the slightest noise will wake him up."
"The bed?" Qin Jian was slightly surprised.