Early in the morning, Qiu Tong came out of the bedroom in her pajamas. She stretched and looked at the guest room, feeling a little awkward as she recalled everything that had happened last night.
Click. The door next door opened.
Qiu Tong was a little flustered and wanted to turn around to dodge, but she heard two soft chuckles from behind. "Good morning."
Song Yan rubbed his messy hair. He deliberately yawned and walked to Qiu Tong's side, greeting her in a hoarse and magnetic voice.
Qiu Tong pursed her red lips. From the corner of her eye, she saw Song Yan lean over. Her face flushed red as she said in a muffled voice, "Good morning."
Song Yan narrowed his long and narrow eyes. He deliberately reached out to remove a fallen eyelash from Qiu Tong's face.
The temperature of his fingertips was a little cold. Qiu Tong instinctively lowered her eyes but did not move away. Their posture was slightly intimate and suggestive.
