"It's so good!" Fu Hanyao's lip is flying, and it seems rare to reach a consensus with Dou Pei.

The two men rushed into the bedroom with their maids, but the old eunuch could not intercept them at all.

Fu Hanyao and Dou Pei rushed to the front and saw that the quilt on the bed seemed to be bulging, as if someone really was there.

"Is he really taking a lunch break?" Dou Pei's face was suspicious, but Fu Hanyao found it wrong. The quilt seemed to tremble, even with the quilt, and she snorted a cold hum. She went forward and raised the quilt domineeringly, showing a young...