"Su Fei? Zhang Jun's still sleeping. Why don't you go wake him up."
Mrs. Zhang had clearly gotten used to Su Fei giving her son his morning call. She quickly returned to making breakfast after telling her that.
Su Fei pushed the door to his room lightly and as expected, Zhang Jun was still in dreamland.
However, she did not go about her usual Sunday routine of dragging the sleepy boy out of bed. Instead, she moved a chair next to his bed and silently watched as he slept soundly.
He flipped over, revealing his hand. The bracelet she tied on his wrist herself was still there.
Afraid that he would catch a cold, she reached out to adjust the blanket, slipping his hand underneath it.
The sound of raindrops, the breathing, the heartbeat and the warmth; Su Fei could not forget the sensation she experienced the day before. She had felt him squeezing her tightly in his arms. If they had done it by accident at the start, it was on purpose after that.
