She looked at him, hesitating for a mont, and then a smile spread across her lips.
"No, I just had a nightmare and was startled awake."
"You had a nightmare?"
Gu Junhang turned on the bedside lamp and noticed the residual tearstains on her face for the first ti.
"What kind of terrifying nightmare made you cry?"
Gu Junhang spoke half-jokingly and half-distressed.
"As soon as I woke up, I couldn’t rember it, but I just rember it being a very scary dream."
She didn’t want to discuss the ridiculous dream with Gu Junhang, nor did she want to upset herself, so she took the initiative to cling to his arm and changed the subject, saying:
"Next ti, don’t get up when I’m not awake yet. If you’re with , I won’t have nightmares."
Gu Junhang loved hearing Xia Yumo say these things, and upon hearing this, a smile involuntarily spread in his eyes.
"Alright, from now on, however long you sleep, I will sleep with you for the sa amount of ti."
"Hmm."
She nodded and, leaning on Gu Junhang’s hand, got out of bed.
"You’re not going back to sleep?"
Gu Junhang bent down to carry her to the bathroom, but she dodged his move.
"I’ve had enough sleep, and I’m a little hungry."
She avoided Gu Junhang’s hand, just tightly holding onto his arm, and took slow steps forward.
"Then you go in and wash up first, and I’ll have the servant bring up breakfast."
"No need, I’m not that delicate."
Xia Yumo couldn’t help but laugh helplessly, raising her eyes to look at Gu Junhang, and said:
"If you spoil like this, I’ll beco a real rice bug."
"What’s wrong with being a rice bug? Your husband can afford to raise as many rice bugs as needed."
Upon hearing this, Xia Yumo lightly humd twice, and, facing him, raised her eyebrows, saying:
"So, President Gu, how many rice bugs like do you plan on raising?"
"Just one, one is enough."
Gu Junhang realized the trap in his wife’s words and hurried to pledge his loyalty.
Xia Yumo couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
"Madam, breakfast is ready."
When Xue Lan ca downstairs, the servant had already prepared breakfast.
"Hmm."
Ever since Gu Huanan was arrested, her son took over the Gu Family, and Jian Yi and his mother had no more drama, Xue Lan’s days were actually quite comfortable.
In comparison to those who used to laugh at her in the past, everyone licked their faces and tried to please her afterward.
Yet she couldn’t imagine that foxy lady, who beca a vegetable, could wake up again.
What made her even more upset was that her unfilial son insisted on marrying the foxy lady who was now disabled.
For that foxy lady, he had argued with her several tis and even went against his own uncle.
What kind of woman couldn’t he have, yet he wanted a disabled one!
Every ti Xue Lan thought about living under the sa roof with Xia Yumo in the future, she had to worry about her son’s feelings and felt suffocated.
At this ti, her son would usually be downstairs having a al, but now he was still holed up in his room, unwilling to co out.
Xue Lan’s gaze moved towards the upstairs, and she asked the servant:
"Has Young Master not gotten up yet?"
The servant was a bit embarrassed, knowing that the madam and the young mistress didn’t get along, and didn’t dare to say more. He just said:
"The Young Master ca back from his run and went upstairs again. He should be bathing."
"Heh!"
Xue Lan sneered, "Is it his first day running? He’s obviously just being lovey-dovey with that vixen upstairs."
The servant’s complexion changed, and he stood by the side, not daring to join in Xue Lan’s conversation.
Didn’t Madam realize that the Young Mistress is the apple of Young Master’s eye by now?
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