"Fengfeng, I wasn't full from dinner."
"I'll make noodles for you."
"That would be perfect."
"..." Then Nan Feng would be pick up.
In the early morning, Nan Feng lays in Ye Ge's arms, who hasn't awaken yet.
Ever since they returned from Capital City, Ye Ge's sleep has been great. It was as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He could fall asleep as soon as he gets into bed, and sleep until dawn.
But now Nan Feng can't sleep. She lies in Ye Ge's arms, playing with the stubble on his chin. When he was at home, he wouldn't wear a disguise. Even when viewed from Nan Feng's angle, even if he's asleep, his face looks majestic.
Ye Ge, aware Nan Feng is playing with him, grabs her hand and places it on his chest. He doesn't open his eyes, saying, "Fengfeng, stop being naughty."
"You're still sleeping?"
"The activities last night were too energetic," says Ye Ge.
"Hump, I'm not half as tired as you. You're one to talk," Nan Feng mockery.
