C104 The Strange Disease of Tibet

The next morning, Mo Yitong was still dreaming when she was woken up by Young Master Yin's half a cup of cold water.

She suddenly stood up. "Who is it?"

"What is it? Didn't you promise to walk around with me? "Why are you still in bed?" Young Master Yin changed into a chrysanthemum-colored robe and tied up his hair with a ribbon of the same color