The next day.
Xu Qingfan got up from bed around seven in the morning, not because he slept well; on the contrary, he slept particularly poorly last night.
Or maybe that's not quite right, since in his dream last night, he slept exceptionally well.
Xu Qingfan didn't want to elaborate on what exactly he did; in short, it was something not suitable for writing.
He found a clean pair of underwear from his suitcase, deciding to brush his teeth and wash up first.
However, Xu Qingfan underestimated Li Mei Juan's efficiency; by a little past seven in the morning, she was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
Xu Qingfan pretended not to see her, conveniently slipping into the bathroom while the auntie had her back to him.
Once he locked the door from the inside, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With hot water flowing over his skin, Xu Qingfan inevitably recalled fragments of his dream from last night.