Monday, December 11, 2023, Overcast, -5~0℃.
5:30 in the morning.
Lanfeng International High-end Apartment, Room 2201.
Tang Song's biological clock woke him up on time from his sleep.
In the dim glow of the nightlight in the corner, he turned his head to look at Xu Qing, who was still sleeping soundly beside him.
The soft silk quilt had been kicked down to her waist, her curvy body emitting warm breaths in the slightly cool air.
She seemed like a defenseless little animal, sleeping curled up on her side, with a trace of crystal-clear drool at the corner of her mouth.
She was mumbling something indistinctly in her sleep.
Tang Song couldn't help but chuckle. He bent over, gently wiped away the drool from her mouth with his fingertip, and pulled up the soft quilt to cover her securely.
He quietly made his way to the living room.
The heavy electric curtains slowly opened.
