The next day, Jiang Moxi woke up at noon.
Gazing at the sunlight in the room, she still felt a bit dazed.
It wasn't until Fu Youhan pushed the door open and saw her sitting there with messy hair.
"Feeling unwell? Shall I get you some medicine?"
Last night, the two of them hadn't been in contact for a long time and were somewhat excited, so it was inevitable that they got a bit carried away.
He was worried that he had hurt her.
"I'm fine." Jiang Moxi inexplicably felt her ears getting hot.
Although they had been intimate countless times, it was rare for them to discuss this topic openly during the day.
To avoid embarrassment, Jiang Moxi hurried to wash up.
By the time she had finished, Fu Youhan was already sitting at the dining table.
The table was set with freshly prepared lunch, four dishes, one soup, and white rice.
Jiang Moxi glanced at the chopsticks on the table, grabbed her backpack, and intended to leave.
