C35 Who Is It?

"Young Madam, wake up."

Ye Qingqing was still immersed in her beautiful dreams, unable to extricate herself. When she heard someone calling her to get up, she lazily rolled over in her bed before finally getting up.

"Why did I smell the soup so early in the morning?" Ye Qingqing sniffed her nose and keenly noticed a faint sweet smell in the air