Lying on a soft bed, Momo stared at her eyes, and the pain from her waist and buttocks came from time to time like a needle prick, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Duck!"

Momo looked at the closed bedroom door with a reflexive look, pulled back his sight and opened his mouth at the same time: "Come in."

The servant pushed the door in and carried a tray with Tiramisu and fresh orange juice in it. "Miss Mo, your highness said something needs to be done. You'll come back later and have something to eat first."

Momo frowned and looked at the servant putting down the cake and orange juice....