When the morning sun's rays illuminated the room with its soft and pleasant shine, a slit broke through Guiying's sleep and she comfortably yawned. Immediately, she felt a sense as if she was wrapped around something and opening her eyes, it dawned upon her as to what it was.
In front was Zixin's chest and at the back was his arm covering her akin to a prized treasure. She looked like a sweet chocolate carefully wrapped in a colorful paper with carefully tied ribbon around it. It felt warm and comfortable.
Zixin's eyes were still shut in deep sleep with what looked like an infinitesimal smile on his lips as if he was having a pleasant dream. Guiying stared at him hard and a few seconds later, steam was seen escaping the top of her head. She covered her face with her palms.
