Manshu didn't know what someone was thinking. She threw herself into the big bed, buried her whole body in the soft quilt, and slept soundly.
I really slept until noon, and I didn't wake up at noon. I slept very deeply.
The old man called his aunt upstairs to wake Manshu up, and Yan Siyu volunteered.
"Grandpa, let me go."
Just as the old man was about to agree, Yan Zhan stood up and said, "I'll go."
Yan Siyu and Mr. Yan looked sideways at the same time.
Yan Zhan said nonchalantly: "I just happened to go back to the room to get something."
He said so and no one refuted it.
On the other hand, the old man stared at Yan Zhan's back, thoughtfully.
"Grandpa, what do you think about placing a row of flowers in this position tomorrow? My sister is the princess that our family has welcomed back. It would look better with flowers."
Yan Siyu is still discussing with the old man.
The old man listened to her talk about the arrangements and did not dampen her enthusiasm. Generally, as long as it was reasonable, he would nod in agreement.
Manshu was sleeping deeply, and she didn't hear Yan Zhan knocking on the door at all.
Yan Zhan directly took the spare key and opened the door, thinking that he had fainted again like yesterday.
When he entered the room, he found that Manshu was completely buried in the quilt, with only half of her face exposed, sleeping very soundly.
Her breathing was very soft. Yan Zhan leaned over and could almost see the down on her face clearly. Her long eyelashes were particularly beautiful, like two feather fans.
Yan Zhan reached out and wanted to pinch her face.
Manshu opened his eyes suddenly, and the two looked at each other.
Yan Zhan's hand that committed the crime was only halfway extended and he took it back abruptly.
"Third uncle?" Maybe he had slept for a long time, and Manshu's voice was a little hoarse, but also a little nasal, like a coquettish voice.
Yan Zhan's ears itched when he heard: "Get up, it's time to have lunch."
Manshu suddenly stretched out her hand towards him, originally wanting Yan Zhan to give her a hand.
As a result, Yan Zhan hugged the person directly.
Manshu's whole body hung on Yan Zhan's body, like a koala.
She was completely in a daze, so she simply put her legs around his waist, rested her chin on his shoulder, and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.
Yan Zhan was dumbfounded by her gesture.
The key is that her breath was constantly inhaled into his nasal cavity, making him distracted.
But this girl didn't know it yet and slept soundly on him.
If he hadn't had a physical examination just in the morning, Yan Zhan would have thought that there was something wrong with Manshu's body.
He had to pat her back and said softly: "Manman, are you awake?"
After shouting three or four times, Manshu finally responded.
"Well, third uncle, why did I fall asleep again?" Manshu looked at it and was dumbfounded.
She was now leaning on Yan Zhan, and the two of them were pressed together tightly.
Yan Zhan's expression was forbearing, obviously he had been putting up with her for a long time.
Manshu quickly jumped off him.
As a result, the bed was so soft that my feet sank in and almost got sprained.
Fortunately, Yan Zhan caught her in time, otherwise her head would have fallen to the ground.
"What's going on?" Yan Zhan frowned, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No." Manshu couldn't say it. She just saw him with a sullen face and thought she was sleeping on him. Was he angry?
"I'm just too sleepy. Let's go down and eat."
Manshu scratched her hair, changed her clothes, and went downstairs with Yan Zhan.
This meal is to welcome the old man back and Manshu to the house. It is very rich.
The old man kept bringing food to Manshu, and Manshu would say a few words from time to time.
When Yan Zhan saw her eating two more chopsticks of a certain dish, he would use serving chopsticks to pick it up for her.