By nine in the morning the next day, the brilliant sunlight had already illuminated the curtains. The charming Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing, with a touch of redness still on her pretty face, jumped down from the bed. Her alluring figure was nothing short of perfect. She drew back the curtains, and the frost on the window had melted in the sunlight.
Lazily lying on the bed, Shen Qiang looked at her and said, "You little rascal, still dare to play tricks with me. Even if you take down the window, I won't get up until half an hour later."
The Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing laughed charmingly, "Alright then, you stay in bed. I'm leaving, I have a ton of things to do."
With those words, the Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing turned gracefully.
Her figure was full of charm, and her satisfied expression made her pretty face shine with unmatched radiance.
Listening to her leaving sounds.
Shen Qiang, taking the phone from the bedside table, had a faint smile on his lips.
