Staying in the tender land of love, five days passed in the blink of an eye.
Upon opening his eyes, Ling Chen looked at the hazy sky outside the window, then retracted his gaze and turned to look at Nanrong Wanqing, who was sound asleep in his arms.
Nanrong Wanqing was hugging his body with both hands, her legs slightly curled, just like a little cat, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.
Looking at her enchanting face, Ling Chen couldn't help but raise his hand and gently stroke her smooth cheek, pushing away a few strands of hair that had fallen on her forehead, and planted a light kiss there.
Perhaps feeling the moisture of Ling Chen's lips, the sleeping Nanrong Wanqing fluttered her eyelashes, opened her eyes slightly, and sleepily looked at Ling Chen beside her, lazily said: "It's still not bright outside, why are you awake already." With that said, Nanrong Wanqing squeezed into Ling Chen's embrace, finding a comfortable position, and continued to lie down.
