Although Shi Su claimed she would sleep until eleven the next day, she still got up quite early. The first sight Jing Jihan saw when he came out was Shi Su with half a piece of bread in her mouth, a towel casually tied on her head, barefaced, looking like she had just washed her face and hadn’t applied any skincare, standing on the sofa with her hands on her hips, staring up at the ceiling in the living room. As if she finally saw something, Shi Su suddenly widened her eyes and smashed a magazine she was holding onto the ceiling with force. Content originally comes from novel_fіre.net After a loud "smack—" she contentedly tossed the magazine aside, clapped her hands, climbed down from the sofa, and then hurriedly swallowed the half piece of bread in her mouth. This scene was incredibly familiar just by listening, identical to what happened last night in the bathroom. Shi Su tossed the magazine into the trash can beside the sofa and turned her eyes to see him. This man was unfairly handsome; even when he had bruises from severe injuries, it didn’t detract from the elegance and superiority of his face. And now he looked even... Could it be that she had been so busy shooting lately, waking up early and getting home late, without much time to tend to him? Suddenly she noticed his recovery as if he was no longer a wounded patient. This man was tall and upright. He wore a gray set of loungewear she bought, whose brand name she couldn’t even pronounce. Early in the morning, he naturally appeared at the door of her master bedroom, making her heart skip a beat for a moment. "I made sandwiches, just have a simple bite." Shi Su took the towel off her head and randomly rubbed her hair, showing a slightly irritable demeanor of someone who didn’t sleep well but had to get up. Even though she bathed last night, she still had the habit of washing her hair while washing her face in the morning, even if it was inconvenient to shower, making it easier to style her hair when she arrived on set. She went into the kitchen, placed two sandwiches on plates, brought them to the dining table, and set the utensils. When she came out, she had another piece of bread in her mouth; it was two leftover slices from making sandwiches. Although Shi Su was already full, she didn’t want to waste the bread as it goes bad if left open for too long after opening the package, so she just ate it. While she said it was just something simple, Shi Su showed great culinary talent. Even with a few simple slices of bread with eggs and ham, she could match the cheese in a way that Jing Jihan liked very much. The side dishes she made a few days ago were a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, both healthy and appetizing, and even a bowl of plain porridge was to his liking. Jing Jihan, who rarely, if ever, ate sweets since childhood, found himself not resistant to cheese at Shi Su’s place. Shi Su started pacing around the house again. After killing the cockroach that appeared in the bathroom last night, the scene was so brutal that she dreamt of cockroaches all night and couldn’t sleep well early in the morning. After washing up, she began to scour the house, checking to see if there were any other daring bugs crawling into her home. The unfortunate aspect of living in an older residential area is this, but fortunately, her home was clean and hygienic. From last night till now, she had searched throughout her home and found only two, and they were already eradicated. Jing Jihan was forced to admire her frenzied figure running around the house. Adding another impression of Shi Su: exceptionally skilled at killing cockroaches. He thought for a moment and added another: unfazed at covering her tracks.