hattered. Then, she picked up a leaf from the ground and slowly covered the other two ground-level monitors."Now, there's none left." Nan Qiao said, and kicked Yu Meng's shoulder again, sending her in...Chapter 552

The chef on the side, seeing the young master holding Miss Eu Yan all the way to sleep, really wanted to ask, "Isn't your arm aching"

Although it was a strange question, seeing the young master's satisfied and doting expression, there was no need to say anything; she enjoyed herself.

Si Yechen gestured for him to get a blanket. The chef carefully fetched it, and Si Yechen took it and gently covered Ou Yan with it.

Song Qiao-ying saw the monitor inside and felt strange. A-chen's car had been parked at the door for a while, but Yan Yan just didn't get out of the car. Was she crying Was A-chen comforting her Or what was going on

After a while, Song Qiao Ying decided to go and see for herself. As soon as she stepped out the door, the chef quietly got out of his car and reported.

"Madam, Miss Ou Yan has fallen asleep. Young Master thinks she's too tired and wants her to sleep for a while longer before going in."

"原來是這樣..." Song Qiao Ying nodded, finally understanding. "Then I'll have the kitchen make something to eat. When Yan Yan wakes up, you let A Chen come in and eat with us..."

Okay.

>>>After an unknown amount of time, Ou Yan opened her eyes and found herself still in the camper van. Si Yechen, who was replying to messages on his phone, noticed the movement beside him and his gaze fell upon her. His voice was soft.

"Awake"

Remember for one second.

"How long have I been sleeping"

"Not long."

"She rose, and when she did, her posture was suggestive. It was dark outside, and she couldn't help but ask, 'What time is it' "

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

It was past seven.

"Wow, I slept for hours," Ou Yan said, suddenly feeling guilty. "Your hand must be really sore."

"...Not sour, don't say seven o'clock, I can hold you until twelve o'clock without any problem."ified of Chéng Shūyuǎn. Last time he held her, it was the day of the Dàxià rebellion. Being held by him brought her no comfort, only fear and panic.She struggled to get down, "No, I'm not hurt, I can...