She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu had no idea what someone was thinking. She threw herself into the big bed, buried her whole body in the soft quilt, and slept soundly.

I slept until noon and didn't wake up at noon. I slept very deeply.

The old man asked his aunt to go upstairs to wake up Manshu, and Yan Siyu volunteered.

"Grandpa, let me go."

The old man was about to agree when Yan Zhan stood up and said, "I'll go."

Yan Siyu and Old Man Yan glanced sideways at the same time.

Yan Zhan said nonchalantly, "I'm just going back to my room to get something."

He said so and no one refuted it.

Instead, the old man stared at Yan Zhan's back, as if thinking about something.

"Grandpa, how about placing a row of flowers at this location tomorrow? My sister is the princess we welcomed back home, and it would be more fitting with flowers."

Yan Siyu was still discussing with the old man.

The old man listened to her disapproval but did not discourage her enthusiasm. Generally, as long as the proposal was reasonable, he would nod in agreement.

Manshu was sleeping so soundly that she didn't hear Yan Zhan knocking on the door.

Yan Zhan directly took the spare key to open the door. He thought that the situation of fainting yesterday had happened again.

When I entered the room, I saw Manshu buried in the quilt, with only half of his face exposed, sleeping soundly.

Her breathing was very light. Yan Zhan leaned over and could almost see the hair on her face. Her long, curled eyelashes were particularly beautiful, like two feather fans.

Yan Zhan reached out and wanted to pinch her face.

Manshu suddenly opened his eyes and the two looked at each other.

Yan Zhan's hand, which was used to commit the crime, was only half extended when it was abruptly retracted.

"Third Uncle?" Perhaps because he had slept for too long, Manshu's voice was a little hoarse, but also a little nasal, as if he was acting coquettish.

Yan Zhan's ears itched when he heard this: "Get up, it's time for lunch."

Manshu suddenly stretched out her hand to him, wanting Yan Zhan to help her.

As a result, Yan Zhan directly picked the person up.

Manshu hung on Yan Zhan like a koala.

She was completely dazed, 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 confused about whether to laugh or cry because of her posture.

The key point is that her scent was constantly inhaled into his nostrils, making him distracted.

But the girl was completely unaware and was sleeping soundly on him.

If he hadn't had a physical examination 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 was dumbfounded when he saw what was happening.

She was now clinging to Yan Zhan, the two of them fitting perfectly together.

Yan Zhan had a forbearing expression, and it was obvious that he had been tolerating her for a long time.

Manshu quickly jumped off him.

As a result, because the bed was too soft, my foot sank and I almost sprained my ankle.

Fortunately, Yan Zhan supported her in time, otherwise she would have fallen and her head would have hit the ground.

"What's going on?" Yan Zhan frowned, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Manshu couldn't say that she saw him with a stern face just now and thought that he was angry because she was hanging on him to sleep.

"I'm just too sleepy. Let's go downstairs and eat."

Manshu scratched his hair, changed his clothes, and went downstairs with Yan Zhan.

This meal was to welcome the old man back and also to welcome Manshu to the home, so it was a very sumptuous meal.

The old man kept picking up food for Manshu, and Manshu said a few words from time to time.

If Yan Zhan saw her take two more chopsticks of a dish, he would use the serving chopsticks to serve it to her.

Yan Siyu's gaze fell on Manshu, like a thorn.