The next morning.
Gu Mohan felt an itch at the tip of his nose, as if something was tickling him there. He slowly opened his eyes.
The windows were opened and the sunlight streaming in was dazzling to the eye. A gentle breeze wafted in, softly stirring the curtains.
The room was filled with the warmth of spring.
A slender, fragrant body was sprawled across his firm chest. Gu Mohan looked down to see Tang Mo'er's delicate little face gazing up at him. She was holding a strand of her own hair in her long, fair fingers, and using it to tickle his nose. "Hubby, you lazy worm. You need to get up."
Gu Mohan wrapped one muscular arm around her, his manner lazy and relaxed. "Mrs Gu, let me sleep a little longer."
He didn't want to get out of bed.
This was all too perfect. He felt like he was in a dream. The bright sunlight, her warm body.
