The next morning.
Mo Liancheng saw Qu Tan'er curled up like a little cat under the quilt, still asleep. He didn't disturb her and quietly got up.
After freshening up, he tidied his long black hair briefly and stepped out of the inner room. The maidservant cleaning outside was just about to greet him but was stopped by Mo Liancheng, "No need to continue, leave. I'm not hungry for now, wait until Lady wakes up to prepare food."
"Yes." The two young maidservants bowed their heads and withdrew.
Mo Liancheng sat in the ornate chair at the head of the room. On the small table, a pot of tea was already brewed. He raised his hand, lightly touched it, and seeing it was warm, he poured himself a cup. Holding the teacup in his palm, he didn't drink it right away but gently swirled the light green tea within.
The leisurely actions were perfectly natural.
Without the slightest intention, it was still so beautifully shocking!
