Liang Yuan woke up, only to feel a bit of heaviness on his chest.
He glanced over and saw Yang Mei lying on her side like an octopus, her long legs wrapped around his waist, and her slender arms hugging his right arm.
Those ample curves pressing his right arm tightly between them.
Liang Yuan chuckled and looked out the window.
The sound of the pouring rain continued, another day of relentless downpour.
The sky was gloomy and dark, making it impossible to tell the time.
He reached for the watch by the bedside and saw it was already past eight in the morning.
Remembering his training session on the rooftop with Song Wen, Liang Yuan decided to get up.
His movement naturally woke Yang Mei.
Yang Mei drowsily asked, "What time is it?"
"It's past eight."
Yang Mei, who had hardly slept last night and was utterly exhausted, still sat up in a daze and said, "I should get up too, there's a lot of fish to marinate and dry today."
