Although the couple hadn't slept together for long, Fu Jinghen had more or less figured out her little quirk, and he gently swept a lock of her hair at the tip of her nose.
The itch at the tip of her nose made Wen Qiao's eyebrows furrow again. She wriggled in Fu Jinghen's arms like she was planning to roll away, but the itchiness on her nose persisted. Tormented, she finally opened her eyes and looked at Fu Jinghen with a trace of sleepiness and a profound sense of complaint.
When the alarm went off and woke her up, Wen Qiao called out to him. Not hearing a response, she guessed he had gone out to buy something for her and hadn't returned yet. She managed to stay awake enough to call him, but then her consciousness started to blur again.
She wanted to wake up, but another part of her mind was pulling at her, urging her to keep sleeping. However, under Fu Jinghen's relentless pestering, that impulse gradually faded away.
