Yu Lingqian's eyes were quick, and with agile movements, he stood up, his long arm encircling Mu Anran's slender waist.
He looked down at her, "Were you tired last night?"
Mu Anran's face instantly turned red.
She quickly steadied herself on his chest and stood up, "No, no, I wasn't."
His eyes twinkled, and he didn't tease her further, "Let's go have breakfast first and then I'll take you somewhere."
Mu Anran sat at the dining table, sipping milk, and asked curiously, "Where are we going?"
Yu Lingqian's gaze was deep, with a flicker of secret light, "You'll know when we get there."
"Oh."
After breakfast, the two got into the car, which quickly drove off.
Twenty minutes later, Mu Anran suddenly realized the road was very familiar, "Young Master Yu, isn't this the road to the Mu Mansion?"
Yu Lingqian finally set aside the financial newspaper in his hand and looked at her straight on, "You've finally realized?"
