The next morning, when Jiang Muwan woke up from her sleep, Gu Jiangnian was no longer beside her.
Sitting up and hugging the quilt, she opened her sleepy eyes, blankly staring for a while on the bed.
It felt very much like her body was awake, but her soul hadn't caught up yet.
Jiang Muwan sat on the bed with her fluffy hair for several minutes.
She was in a bewildered state.
A few seconds later, she leaned forward hugging the quilt, her butt sticking up, and flopped onto the bed.
As soon as Gu Jiangnian came in, he saw her, resembling Donald Duck, hugging the quilt with her butt sticking up in the air.
The man was startled.
A slight tremor flashed through his mind.
He hurried over and scooped her up from the bed: "Don't press on your stomach."
"I don't have a stomach," Mrs. Gu muttered.
Her soft voice carried a bit of the morning's coyness.
No matter how you listen, she sounded like a young girl throwing a tantrum.
