5 a.m.
When Qin Gengyun stepped into his house with the first rays of morning sunlight, Qiu Zhihe was already up, quietly sitting at the table in the outer room, watching him walk in.
"Darling, why are you up so early?"
Qin Gengyun was a bit surprised and approached her with concern, "You were so tired last night, why not sleep a bit longer?"
After all, he was now someone who could last through three hundred breaths at a time, and every time after, Qiu Zhihe needed a while to recover, gradually showing signs of being unable to withstand such intensity.
Qin Gengyun naturally felt sorry for his wife and didn't want her to get up early and tire herself.
Qiu Zhihe blushed slightly, didn't reply, and looked at him with her eyebrows slightly furrowed:
"You're injured?"
