Mo Lihua woke up the next morning with a big strong arm around her waist and a warm body next to hers.
She felt sore all over, but the smile on her face did not look like she was in pain.
It did not even damper her mood when her eyes sting as she forgot to remove the contact lenses before sleeping.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice croaky in the morning. His voice was deep and husky.
"My contact lense…" Mo Lihua explained with a smile. She could barely see his face, so she decided to reach for it instead.
Yu Qiao hummed, allowing her to touch his face almost blindly. "You don't want to do eye surgery? You cry a lot, with that thing on."
"I am thinking about it." She said, feeling the stumble on the lower half of his face. "Did not know you were hairy on the face."
