At this moment, it was already sunset.
The lady boss calmly threw the torch into the house.
The rising flames quickly mingled with the fiery clouds on the horizon.
Gu Qiaoqiao was frightened awake.
She suddenly opened her eyes.
The sun had already risen, and the strands of morning light seeped through the small window into the Mongolian Yurt.
Golden beams danced over the white carpet.
The crisp sound of birds flitted across the top of the tent.
Gu Qiaoqiao actually felt a bit disoriented about the time.
But, the next moment she looked up and fell into a pair of seemingly slightly drowsy starry eyes.
Qin Yize woke up late for the first time ever.
He inexplicably recalled the line "the king no longer rises early."
He curled his lips and pressed the newly awakened beauty, the newlywed, beneath him once more, his eager and feverish lips about to kiss her when he suddenly paused.
