The warm morning sunlight shimmered on his face, and Big Pimple opened his eyes as usual, only to find that the straw pile he usually slept on had become incredibly soft, and the tattered cotton quilt he used to cover himself had transformed into a soft and fragrant clean silk quilt.
Wow, this must be a dream!
Yes, absolutely a dream!
Quickly close your eyes, or the dream will end!
With eyes tightly shut, Big Pimple muttered softly, "Don't wake up, don't wake up, keep dreaming, keep dreaming, soon I'll dream about having breakfast!"
Before Big Pimple opened his eyes, Ran Qing had already awakened. According to the usual routine, she should be out of bed before dawn to urge her husband and son Xia Yuan to practice martial arts.
But today, she indulged in a rare sleep-in, which was a first in eight years!
