On Sunday morning, the sky was overcast, and it was almost ten o'clock without any sunlight.
On the large bed, the woman leaned against the man, nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly.
The man's bare, lean arm was outside the quilt, tightly holding the woman.
The warm and serene scene was interrupted by the ringing of a phone.
Shen Yanchen immediately opened his eyes, looking at her in his arms. She frowned, clearly unhappy at having her sleep disrupted.
He extended his long arm to the nightstand, picked up the phone, and quickly stopped the alarm to avoid disturbing her sleep.
He intentionally lowered his voice when speaking: "What's up?"
"Yanchen, didn't you say you'd come back this weekend? When will you arrive? What do you want to eat? Grandma will have someone prepare it."
