Early morning, when it was just starting to get light, Xiao Feng was woken up by Lone Wolf's snoring.
Getting up from bed, Xiao Feng walked to the bedside, looked at the gray scene outside the window, then at Lone Wolf's ungraceful sleeping posture, and felt more and more pretentious.
In the past, he could sleep well despite thunderous gunfire, but now snoring alone disrupted his sleep.
It's undeniable that habits are indeed a scary thing.
With nothing to do, Xiao Feng thought about waking the little girl up, going for a jog, and grabbing some breakfast.
However, as soon as he opened the door, Xiao Feng was stunned. The little girl was standing by the bed, slowly getting dressed, like she was afraid of disturbing Du Qingyue sleeping nearby.
Upon hearing the noise, the little girl glanced at Xiao Feng at the door. Their eyes met, and her hands paused. Her sweater was halfway on, not covering her navel, and she was only wearing underwear at the bottom.
