The next day.
There was noise outside the cabin, waking Bu Qing, who frowned slightly, feeling a headache. But in the next second, he felt someone using their finger to smooth out his brow.
Bu Qing slowly opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him.
Chuzheng was fully dressed, leaning against the headboard, her fingers gently smoothing his brow.
"Awake?"
"..." Bu Qing turned his head to look around. After a while, he seemed to remember what he had done, and his face gradually reddened.
Chuzheng directly played with a strand of his hair: "Bu Qing, if you're not ready, don't just invite me over. I want to have you; you know what that means. Don't do this kind of thing again. Next time you won't be so lucky."
Chuzheng said this and went out, quickly returning with clothes: "Put this on."
"Breakfast is waiting for you outside, hurry up."
Bu Qing stared blankly at her. After she left, he hurriedly started dressing.
