The next day, as the morning light shone on the curtains, Shen Qingcong woke up.
The sight of Xiao Chifeng still lying beside her brought unspeakable joy to her heart.
Waking up to see him by her side was such a wonderful feeling!
Her heart was touched by a warm sensation.
Remembering that Prince Dibo was still a guest at their house, Shen Qingcong stretched lazily, ready to get up.
Xiao Chifeng, who had been pretending to sleep for a long time, quickly held her in his arms. In a deep hoarse voice, laced with a touch of morning charm, he asked, "Congcong, why are you getting up so early? Why not sleep a little more?"
Shen Qingcong laughingly replied, "Prince Dibo is still here, isn't he? I want to get up early and prepare something delicious for you."
As soon as Xiao Chifeng heard that she was planning to cook, he frowned in concern, "What's Aunt Zeng here for if not for that? You just need to prepare the ingredients for her, there's no need for you to cook."
