In the morning, when the sunlight streamed into the room, Ye Qinghao finally woke up.
He opened his eyes and saw An Lan's sleeping form, recalling how she begged for mercy beneath him last night, causing Ye Qinghao to curl his lips into a smile, an unusual tenderness for the tough man.
Initially, he felt quite tired, but seeing An Lan re-energized him instantly. He decided to prop his head with his arm and leaned on the side, just staring at An Lan.
After a while, his phone vibrated.
He reached out, realizing he had tucked his phone into his pocket yesterday, and it fell onto the floor when he undressed at night.
He stretched out his long arm, picked up the phone, and cautiously turned his head to check if he had woken An Lan, relaxing only after confirming she was still asleep.
Then, he glanced at the phone.
On the phone, messages from Xu Qiaoqiao popped up one after another: [Fourth Brother? Why aren't you saying anything? Is everything going smoothly?]
