This nap directly lasted until almost ten in the morning.
Xiang Wan woke up first, but she was held so tightly by Zuo Xingyun that she couldn't get out of bed.
She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze, unable to understand why Zuo Xingyun could sleep so much. He had gone to bed so early last night and had slept especially well. Logically, he should have woken up early…
The weather today was exceptionally good, the sunlight pierced through the mist in the mountains, scattering across the fields. The low rolling hills undulated in the fog, half-concealed and half-visible, giving off a dreamy, almost heavenly feeling.
Xiang Wan couldn't stay in bed any longer; she was here to gather inspiration for her paintings through the countryside scenery.
She slowly moved out of Zuo Xingyun's embrace, trying not to wake him up, but he still opened his eyes.
