Amidst the ornate drapes and brocade quilt, a swollen figure was wrapped up, only exposing a dark-skinned head.
Lu Yuke strode over, lifted the curtain, and yanked off the quilt.
"What time is it now? You're still sleeping? Get up."
The woman on the bed, drowsy-eyed, turned over and mumbled, "What are you doing? I haven't had enough sleep yet."
"Lu Mingzhu, get up now, or roll back to the old home in Mingtan." Lu Yuke snapped sharply.
Lu Mingzhu scrambled up, "I'm getting up, I'm getting up, okay?"
Lu Yuke looked at her disheveled, lazy appearance, fuming, "Hurry up." With that, she turned and walked out, flicking her sleeve.
After tidying up, Lu Mingzhu came out and saw Lu Yuke standing by the window, "Auntie, I'm hungry."
Lu Yuke turned around and was almost blinded, "What are you wearing?"
