He whispered, "With you this way, I can't sleep, and you must feel uncomfortable too, right?"
Mu Jin Huan's expression remained unchanged as he slowly asked back, "Why didn't you say you couldn't sleep last night?"
Nan Wan, "..."
She closed her eyes, went to sleep, and said nothing.
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Aunt Zhou, after getting up, suddenly couldn't remember where she had put the note Nan Wan wrote for her yesterday; it took her a long time to find it.
As a result, breakfast was made by Zhao Ying alone.
The blood-replenishing porridge contained red dates, which Nan Wan reluctantly ate a few bites of even though she didn't like them.
Mu Jin Huan wasn't in a hurry to go to work today, so he had breakfast at home as well. Besides the porridge, he tried a bit of everything else, but nothing seemed to suit his taste.
In the end, only that cup of coffee was finished.
