The first rays of the day shone down on the small room in the attic, onto the sleeping girl's body. Bich Quyen was turned around by the light in her eyes, a little uncomfortable. Her sleeping face was strangely peaceful. Nothing seemed to disturb her in her dream.
Manh Tuan's phone rang the alarm at six in the morning. The sound of the bell made Bich Quyen appear a little more uneasy; her brow furrowed, half her face buried in the pillow, searching for unfinished sleep. He turned off the alarm, and while Quyen had not woken up, he lay still and looked at her for a while. When he first wakes up, Bich Quyen is always sleep-deprived. His cute bewildered and angry face has been imprinted on his mind for a long time. In the early morning light, the smooth skin of a young woman, and the gentle fragrance around her nose, make any man fall in love.
