The sunlight pushed through the curtains into the room, illuminating one side of the bed with a scorching golden hue. The breeze swept in, gradually carrying away the strange smell.
In that patch of light, a slender white leg was pulled back by a man's hand, and then covered by a thin gray sheet.
Mu Qiu opened her eyes slightly, feeling a bit dry, then closed them again, lifting the blanket slightly off her body.
It was a bit warm.
The gray sheet slipped down, revealing a smooth shoulder and a collarbone with a slight red mark…
A hand reached over from the side, pressing the sheet and pulling it up to cover the freshly exposed area.
It was already 10 a.m.
Cheng Zhirang sat up and turned to look at the person sleeping beside him.
The sheet covering him slid down to his waist, revealing a well-built upper body. As he turned, his shoulder and back conveniently blocked the glaring sunlight.
"Good morning."
