Nangong Ling didn't reply and headed straight to the inner room.
"You came last time anyway. Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to change clothes."
Nangong Ling seemed to have just woken up, dressed in a bathrobe.
Ning Fan didn't dare act at ease, sitting upright on the sofa with his spine straight, as if ready for a lecture from a teacher.
He looked like a little student waiting for reprimand.
Initially, he thought he'd have to wait a long time, since women freshly awake tend to dawdle.
But Nangong Ling was different, appearing in just over ten minutes.
"After all, she's from a martial arts family, not as delicate as ordinary women."
Thinking of this, Ning Fan felt relieved.
"Have a sip of water."
Seeing Nangong Ling with a cup of water, Ning Fan jumped up like he had springs under him.
Watching this scene, Nangong Ling, who hadn't shown a good face, unexpectedly burst out laughing.
Ning Fan didn't mind, taking the cup with surprise, "Auntie, you're being too kind."
