Su Mo was not woken up by Zhen Xiaoxiao's shouting.
Given his level of cultivation, it didn't really matter how late he rested or how long he slept.
By the crack of dawn, he had already opened his eyes.
But seeing Yang Xiaoyun sleeping soundly in his arms, he didn't feel like moving.
Soft jade and warm fragrance in his embrace, which man would willingly let go?
It wasn't until Zhen Xiaoxiao's clattering footsteps came from afar that Yang Xiaoyun was disturbed and opened her eyes.
Su Mo then sighed helplessly.
"Why?"
Upon waking up and seeing the disappointment on Su Mo's face, Yang Xiaoyun couldn't help but blink her eyes.
"I wanted to hold you a bit longer."
"Ugh."
Yang Xiaoyun couldn't help but click her tongue softly:
"Holding me every day isn't enough for you?"
"Not at all."
Su Mo shook his head:
"How could it ever be enough?"
"Hmph... All right, no more holding, Xiao Xiao is coming."
Yang Xiaoyun turned over and got up, pulling Su Mo up from the bed.
