The satisfying two-day weekend was over, and Monday's workday had arrived.
At six in the morning, Yu Chiyin was punctually awakened by his biological clock; his eyelids lifted to reveal the slightly dim morning light filtering in through the window.
In his arms was a warm, fragrant soft jade; he cuddled with Lu Fengxuan for a while before quietly getting out of bed.
Six to seven o'clock was his exercise time.
After running eight kilometers on the treadmill, Yu Chiyin was drenched in sweat, his clothes thoroughly soaked.
Lu Fengxuan had been tossed and turned by him until midnight the night before and had slept for less than five hours.
Not wanting to disturb her sleep, he finished exercising and showered in the guest bedroom next door.
After the bath, the man wrapped a white towel around his waist and stood in front of the mirror carefully counting the scratches on his body inflicted by the little cat.
She had a heavy hand.
