The top of the tent was transparent. When Xia Wanyuan opened her eyes, she saw white clouds that were so low that they seemed to be on her face.
"You're awake? Come and drink this soup." Jun Shiling woke up early habitually. He had been working for some time. Seeing that Xia Wanyuan was awake, he picked up a bowl of soup.
"Mm." Xia Wanyuan stepped barefoot on the woolen blanket. Her head was a little dizzy from the alcohol, and she frowned slightly.
"We'll go back in a while, right? Let's bring some food back for An Rao and Bo Xiao." Knowing that Xia Wanyuan had come to the grassland, An Rao kept instructing her on WeChat to bring the roasted lamb leg back to Beijing.
"…" Thinking of the flaunting message Bo Xiao had sent him yesterday, Jun Shiling actually did not want to bring him anything to eat. However, facing Xia Wanyuan's questioning gaze, Jun Shiling still agreed to her actions.
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