The next morning at half past eight, Song Yun slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Ye Qingqing, whose hand was resting on his neck, and smiled adoringly.
"Lazy bug, it's time to get up."
"Mmm~ no, please~ you go do your thing, I want to keep sleeping~"
Ye Qingqing shifted slightly, finding a more comfortable position to lie in.
"Then remember to get up for breakfast later, dad and I are off to take care of some stuff."
Song Yun kissed Ye Qingqing's forehead gently, then got dressed, washed up, and went downstairs.
Downstairs at the dining table, Qingqing's father was already seated, eating breakfast while looking through the morning paper.
"Dad, you're up early."
Song Yun greeted him and asked, "Where's mom?"
"When you get older, you tend to sleep less. Your mom's gone out with her girlfriends for a beauty treatment. I don't know what they find to do so early in the morning."
