"Wife, I'm ready." His eyes openly conveyed this message.
"I'm ready too." Yang Chuxia chuckled, stepped up, and wrapped an arm around his head, giving his thin lips a thorough tease.
...
"Morning, my wife!"
As soon as Yang Chuxia opened her eyes, she met Ye Zi'an's smiling gaze and was greeted with a warm morning kiss.
"Get lost, you." Seeing his smug smile, Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes and kicked him off the bed.
As he tumbled off the bed, he instinctively grabbed the thin blanket, dragging it to the floor, leaving Yang Chuxia exposed.
Ye Zi'an's eyes darkened slightly, then he hummed, "Who's really enticing whom here?"
"Hmph, turning the tables." Yang Chuxia casually grabbed her clothes and put them on. "What time is it? Isn't it time to get up?"
"It's the end of the hour between 5:00 a.m and 7:00 a.m, just right to get up for breakfast."
