Hang Suisui closed her eyes again, lay down on the recliner, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

Yin Huaizhu... once she recovers from her illness... there will be progress...

As she drifted off to sleep again, she felt someone pick her up.

Before I even opened my eyes, I was nestled in a strong embrace.

A cool, aloof aura enveloped her.

Yin Huaizhu carried Hang Suisui into the living room and sat on the sofa.

Looking at her sleeping peacefully in his arms, Yin Huaizhu felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He gently stroked Hang Suisui's hair, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Thank you, Sui Sui," Yin Huaizhu murmured unconsciously.

After saying that, he pulled Hang Suisui's head closer to his chest to make her more comfortable.

Yin Huaizhu lowered her head slightly, her well-defined chin gently touching Hang Suisui's forehead.

The warmth of their skin touching made Yin Huaizhu smile slightly.

Hang Suisui's breathing was steady, and she was drowsy with her eyes closed.

Hearing a barely audible thank you beside me, I felt a little strange.

What should I thank her for...?

As I thought about it, I actually fell asleep.

It was almost noon, and the sun was gradually getting warmer.

When Hang Suisui woke up again, she lazily opened her eyes and was stunned by what she saw.

Wow!

What a mouthwatering and eye-opening ginseng feast!

Hang Suisui stared blankly at the long table, half-asleep, her lips twitching involuntarily.