The next morning, just after five o'clock, as dawn was barely breaking, someone was already up and about; this birthday celebration was held in the family's courtyard, and the chef had started bustling around there bright and early.
As soon as there was some noise, Su Weifeng woke up and felt his arm had gone numb.
Turning his head, he saw Lin Xuanxuan curled up next to him, her head resting on his arm, one of her arms pressing on his chest, and her legs entangled with his.
While the scene might seem a little suggestive, Su Weifeng felt a warm feeling. He gently patted Lin Xuanxuan's shoulder and whispered, "Xuanxuan, time to get up. Everyone will be up soon."
"Oh…" Lin Xuanxuan murmured vaguely, without opening her eyes, but instead snuggled closer into Su Weifeng's embrace and tightened her grip with her arm and leg.
It seemed she was treating him as a giant plush toy.
