The next morning.
In the small pavilion of yingmei, Fu Xiang, who was sound asleep, let out a sweet and lazy moan.
Her thick and curly eyelashes trembled. She opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Xu Qi 'an's tall nose and handsome side profile.
He was already awake and was quietly looking at the roof.
"Good Morning, Mr. Xu."
Fu Xiang stretched out her arms from under the blanket and wrapped them around Xu Qi 'an's neck. At the same time, she held down his hands.
what morning? you have to say in the morning: you were great last night! "What time is it now?" Xu Qi 'an asked, yawning.
"You're so annoying. I can't say it."
Fu Xiang also yawned and rubbed her cheek against Xu Qi 'an's face. She said coyly, ""The water is leaking at the foot of the bed, Mr. Xu Can see for yourself."
