C174 It's Not like I'm a Slut

When Ji Qing woke up, she couldn't tell the time clearly. The room was dimly lit. Thick embroidered silver brocade curtains tightly covered the French windows.

A slight movement woke Ye Nancheng up. He tightened his grip around Ji Qing's waist and mumbled, "I'm awake."

"Hm."

"Hungry?" Go out and eat. We don't even have rice oil at home, so it's impossible for us to make you some porridge