Ning Xi slept all the way to the next morning, and woke up naturally.
She slept so well last night, but something didn’t feel right. Why did a part of her tongue feel sore? Did she bite her own tongue in her sleep when she was dreaming…?
To bite herself was really too vicious…
Everything was as usual at breakfast.
It seemed that Lu Tingxiao was going to work today; he looked refined in a business suit as he sat drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. He had on his typical cool and aloof expression, as if nothing had happened at all last night.
Ning Xi breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she was being too sensitive?
Lu Tingxiao might have some vague feelings for her, but surely not to the point of jealousy? Let alone being jealous of his own nephew…
Lu Tingxiao’s expression looked normal, but Little Bun looked a little strange.
Little Bun had been sullen the whole morning, as if he had been robbed of something.
