The sound that could wake Chen Cheng up was definitely not the monotonous radar alarm of the iPhone.
Half asleep, Chen Cheng caught a glimpse of that familiar figure, brushed aside the long hair covering her face, and when Xia Yubing's delicate makeup reappeared, he knew for sure, she had returned.
"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Xia Yubing looked up, "I missed you."
"You," Chen Cheng propped himself up, "always find ways to make me happy."
"I don't know what else I can do," Xia Yubing said hesitantly, "making my husband comfortable is the only thing I can do."
Chen Cheng smiled, stroked her smooth long hair, then comfortably closed his eyes again, enjoying the familiar care.
But in the next second, Xia Yubing's throat suddenly tightened, her complexion changed dramatically, and she quickly hurried off the bed, heading straight for the bathroom.
