What are they doing? Why are they acting this mysterious, as if were trying to visit a prisoner! If Yun Ting wasnt really good to Lin Mumu, I would really believe hes hiding something bad from us. Ever since Su Xinlan had been saved by Lin Mumu, she was acting as if she was possessed. All day long, her mouth was only full of thoughts and talks about Lin Mumu.

An Xiaoqin sneered at her: Yun Ting is not being good to Lin Mumu, and wont let her get off bed or let us check on her, how pitiful indeed! Since youre trying to repay Lin Mumus lifesaving favor, how about you suffer hardships in her stead?

Then, youre not worried at all? Senior Lin, Professor Lin asked you to take care of Lin Mumu before he left. Arent you going to check on her?

What checking on her? Are you really as stupid as you look? Cant you guess Lin Mumu and the senior official probably rounded the room last night? An Xiaoqin was in a good mood and teasingly hinted her with eyes full of gossip. (TN: Round the room means to have sex between a married couple.)

Hearing the words round the room, Su Xinlan finally understood why Lin Mumu couldnt get out of bed.

How embarrassing!

But they were husband and wife, so it seems like that was normal and to be expected.

Lin Mumu was awakened by their voices. When she heard what An Xiaoqin said behind the door, she simply became a turtle and refused to get up from bed. (TN: become a turtle means to be a person who refuses to face reality or confront a problem, either by physically hiding or playing deaf.)

But she still thought about wearing her pajamas again by herself, because she knew that the current Yun Ting was just like a hungry predator. If she didnt wear any clothes, he would definitely toss with her on bed until dinner time.

Yun Ting glanced at Lin Mumus pajamas and chuckled mirthfully, but he didnt comment on it. He just put his arm around her shoulder and carefully fed her the chicken soup mouthful by mouthful.

After drinking a few spoons, Lin Mumus big appetite was instantly stimulated and she felt very hungry.

Yun Ting, help me with my hair. Im going out for a meal.

En. Yun Ting was used to picking up Lin Mumus comb on the dresser, and combing her soft and smooth black hair that felt like precious silk.

Last night, it was these same hair threads that charmingly entwined with his arms as they combined together as one. Now that he was combing Lin Mumus hair, Yun Ting felt like his throat was somewhat parched again.