Ji Weixi woke up with a slight headache when she got up the next morning.
Pressing on her throbbing temples, she sat up in bed. It was still a cloudy day, and it was drizzling outside.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and was struck by a critical hit of beauty when she looked up.
Li Shaoling was putting on a necktie in front of the long mirror. There was a cold frown on his brow, while his fingers kept making a mess of the knots. He certainly looked not in the mood, eventually impatiently pulling the tie and hanging it over his neck.
Suddenly, he saw that the woman was looking at himself from the mirror.
"Come." He gestured.
Ji Weixi, yet to wake up from his dream tamely pushed off her blanket and got there.
He handily gathered her into his arms. "Help me with my tie."
As if it was natural, Ji Weixi stood on her toes and started to knot his necktie. He was so tall that she had to stand on his shoes.
