The raindrops tapped softly against the window, creating a sense of tranquility and peace.
In the room, only the gentle sound of two people breathing could be heard.
When Chen Feng opened his eyes, Consort Qi was lying beside him, and he could still catch the faint scent of her perfume and a delicate intoxicating aura.
He picked up his phone from the bedside table to check the time; it was already past nine in the morning.
He couldn't really be blamed for waking up late since he had gone to bed very late, almost three o'clock in the morning.
The reason was not that Chen Feng was a brute; rather, it was because Tang Xinyi, this Consort Qi, had a sudden spark in her old flame that went out of control, forcing Chen Feng to spend hours putting out the fire for her three times in a row.
Even though his stamina was quite good, after such three high-intensity firefighting efforts, he felt somewhat exhausted.
This led to a deeper sleep, disrupting his usual early morning routine.
