Chen Fan's biological clock had always been stable, waking up on time regardless of where he was.
And this day was no different.
As the sky in the distance belched the white of fish bellies, Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes.
Because the curtains were drawn in the bedroom, it was pitch-dark, and opening his eyes suddenly, Chen Fan felt slightly uncomfortable, unable to see anything around him, only feeling Susan's bare leg pressing against his own, one hand on his chest, breathing evenly, sleeping like a little pig.
Chen Fan gave a wry smile and gently moved Susan's bare leg aside.
"Mmm..."
......
To Chen Fan's surprise, the usually sleepy Susan didn't oversleep that day—when he returned to the apartment with soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks, Susan was already awake, changed into a set of cartoon pajamas, wearing an apron, and was busily fussing in the kitchen.
"Wife, what are you..."
Seeing this scene, Chen Fan felt as if he were in a dream.
