Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

Leon felt his head heavy and himself falling as if the sky and earth were spinning round. However, the pain didn't arrive as expected. It was like falling on a cloud, which was totally different from his previous feeling when he was drunk.

The soft touch like cloud came from his palm. It was so comfortable that he didn't want to let it go.

In a daze, he heard someone say to him, "Good night. Have a good dream." So he slept soundly the whole night. He didn't have strange dreams, but a pure white sleep.

When Leon opened his eyes, he felt his brain went blank. The light that had not been turned off all night made him close his eyes again and frown slightly.

Outside the window, it was foggy. It was only dawn, and it was drizzling.

He felt a headache and thirsty, which was the result of his hangover.

He opened his eyes again and saw the girl sleeping soundly on the edge of the bed. Her right hand was still held in his hand, and her fingers were slightly curled, pink and tender.

When Leon saw the girl's face clearly, he became sober at once. He wanted to let go of the girl's hand immediately, but he was afraid of disturbing her dream, so he

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d then fixed his eyes on the table again. "Let's eat. Little disciple, your fried eggs look special."

Leon introduced with a smile, "Fried eggs like clouds make you in a good mood. They also taste good."

"Brother, I cooked them for you." Seeing the smile on Leon's face, Michelle immediately forgot about her sickness and pushed the plate with cloud eggs in front of him.

"They are specially made for him. Don't you have my share?" Wynn pretended to be angry. "You're so ungrateful. You even don't know how to respect your master."

Michelle stuck out her tongue and said, "You didn't say you like it."

"An ungrateful person quibbles." Wynn looked at the fried eggs like clouds and suggested Leon, "You eat them a lot. How about..."

Leon put one into his bowl and said, "I'll reward you."

"Thank you, my Lord!" Wynn finished it in several bites. Then he gulped the dishes on the table and gave a thumbs up to Michelle. "You're a good cook as long as you don't do dark cooking."

"It seems that I haven't done dark cooking for a long time." Michelle muttered. Hearing her words, Wynn's face turned pale and the food in his mouth suddenly tasted bad.