The next morning at dawn, when Chen Feng woke up, he found a fragrantly beautiful woman in his arms.
He looked down at the sleeping Ye Qingqing, trying not to move too much for fear of waking her up.
"I don't know when she slipped into bed."
Chen Feng chuckled to himself and looked carefully at Ye Qingqing.
She had long, curling eyelashes, her breathing was even and she held tightly onto his neck.
About an hour later, she opened her eyes groggily.
The moment she opened her eyes she met his profound gaze.
"Ah....."
Ye Qingqing was startled and hastily pulled away. "You...you scoundrel, you dare to hold me in your arms while I'm sleeping. You have no shame!"
"Wife, you were the one who came here on your own accord!"
"I don't care, it's you who has no shame."
Ye Qingqing's cheeks turned red.
"Let me make you breakfast."
Chen Feng got up.
He had wanted to get up a while ago but he was afraid that if he suddenly left, it would wake Ye Qingqing, so he continued to lie there.
