Morning, The Heir Chapter 9: The Handsome Man Just Finished The Shower

Having lazily turned over, Leng Yihuang lay down on her small bed comfortably. As he was overwhelmed by his sleepiness, he really fell asleep.

Although her bed was small, he could smell the light fragrance on the sheet just as the smell of her.

"How come you sleep like a pig! Hey, when do you finish sleeping? It's time to get up." Lin Xiaomi looked at the darkness at night through the window. He had slept for a whole afternoon. Was his animal zodiac the pig?

He impatiently opened his eyes and then looked at her who was endlessly twittering beside the bed.

She subconsciously took a step back and shrank her neck upon receiving his ghastly glance.

His glance was appalling just now. However, when she looked at him again, she only saw his blank eyes indicating that he just woke up instead of the cold and sternness in his eyes.

Did she see it wrong?

"Get up. Have you said you want to eat? Do you want to eat or not?" asked she sulkily.

He rubbed his hair, with his black and thick eyebrows wrinkled, and even angrily thumped the bed. He was always in a bad mood when getting up.

Having given vent to his anger, he got out of bed and followed her to the living room filled with the delicious smell of food.

On the small table was Scrambled Egg with Tomato, Sweet and Sour Ribs, Hot and Sour Shredded Potatoes as well as a big bowl of fragrant chicken soup.

"Drink the soup." She ladled a bowl of the soup for him. Nutritious and delicious, the soup was not greasy after she carefully sc.r.a.ped the blobs of fat clean.

She really hoped that the more he ate and drank, the earlier he got a full recovery, the sooner he left here.

Leng Yihuang didn't regard himself as a guest at all. He really considered her cook skills good. Although the food wasn't that delicate, it was greatly delicious.

Lin Xiaomi watched him eat two bowls of rice and the three dishes and drink up the soup.

She couldn't help but swallow her saliva and then made her mind again to get him out of her house the moment he was about to be well.

It wasn't a joke at all! If he stayed longer at her house, she would turn poor!

"It's quite yummy. Remember to add less vinegar next time. I don't like eating sour food." He elegantly wiped his mouth with the paper.

Lin Xiaomi, "".

How could he have many requirements?

Having finished the meal, he entered the washroom. He subconsciously furrowed his eyebrows while looking at the bathroom less than five square meters.

He sighed in compromise after a while.

Having turned the hot water heater on, he rifled through the bottles on the wash table and found the bath gel. Eh, it smelled the same as the sheet.

He took a comfortable shower but didn't know why the bath gel on his body was not so fragrant as that on her body.

Not until he finished the shower did he realize that he didn't have pajamas.

He could only wear the T-s.h.i.+rt and shorts Lin Xiaomi bought for him when he was discharged from the hospital.　

Looking around, he took off the bathrobe hung on the wall and put it on.

Small as it was, it could cover his thighs, so it was fine.

Lin Xiaomi looked at him with her mouth wide open.

He was clothed in the small bathrobe whose waistband was casually fastened on his waist, revealing a large part of his bronze chest. Down there were eight abdominal muscles. Under the loose bathrobe were two st.u.r.dy long legs. Without using a towel to dry his hair, he just randomly shook his head, making the water-drops run along his black hair to his chest and eventually enter where the bathrobe covered.

Lin Xiaomi couldn't help swallowing her saliva. What h.e.l.l a picture!

No! she couldn't be fooled by his appearance!