Although she was especially tired last night, thoughts of Ai Zi roused Ye Anran unusually early from her sleep.
Yesterday, Shen Qi had called, saying that Ai Zi was picked up by the Exquisite Colored Department. However, Ye Anran couldn't fully set her mind at ease, and didn't feel right to have Shen Qi look after Ai Zi for the entire day.
Besides, emotional wounds genuinely need an outlet for expression.
Observing the little woman rise even before six, Bo Jinyu slowly sat up with her.
"Good morning, honey," Ye Anran greeted softly. However, the thought of parting with him shortly made her heart ache, causing her voice to carry a hint of wistful goodbye.
Bo Jinyu flashed a brilliant handsome smile, his large hand tenderly cradling the back of her head. He gently placed a morning kiss on her forehead, his voice deep and magnetic, "Good morning, my little lady."
