She only remembered the first half of what happened last night.
Outside, the rain was still falling in a slow and deliberate autumn rhythm.
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Mu Yichen was up early in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her. Simple jeans and a T-shirt adorned his princely figure, exuding an aura of noble charm while seamlessly moving between refined grandeur and domestic simplicity.
Standing methodically in the kitchen, stirring the steaming pot of congee, its perfect consistency matched exactly the texture preferred by the woman who had fallen back asleep upstairs.
Living at the Mu Mansion for so long, such moments were rare for Mu, but viewing her cooperation last night, he made the effort to rise early and cook for her.
Mu Yichen finished preparing breakfast, glanced outside, and then went upstairs to wake her.
His dark eyes brimmed with indulgent affection for her.
