C797 Farming Here They Come

When the sun rose, Yan Xin still hadn't woken up.

Ma Mingzhen gently caressed his face. Even in his dreams, Yan Xin's face felt itchy, so he used his hands to continuously rub it.

Then, he finally opened his eyes and remembered the incident of Ma Mingzhen not letting him sleep last night.

"What time is it?" Yan Xin asked out of habit.

"Hmm?" Ma Mingzhen Meng was stunned