The morning light softly filled the house, but Yichen was still sleeping in the guest room. His eyes fluttered open, and he stretched his body before noticing Zhaoyan sitting beside him with a gentle smile.
"Good morning," Zhaoyan said.
Yichen smiled sleepily. "Morning." Then he looked down at himself and blinked in surprise. He was wearing a clean night suit.
"What is this…?" Yichen asked.
Zhaoyan leaned down, kissed him, and whispered, "Let's go outside."
Only then did Yichen realize that after he had fallen asleep last night, Zhaoyan had carefully cleaned his body with a warm towel and dressed him in fresh clothes. His heart swelled with warmth. He cupped Zhaoyan's face, kissed him back, and said softly, "Let's go."
Together, they stepped out of the room. Yichen's mother was busy cooking in the kitchen while Lu Nian sat lazily on the sofa, watching a series. He glanced up as they entered.
"Morning," Yichen greeted, settling beside him.
