After being awakened by the alarm clock in the early morning, Ye Feng opened his eyes and saw Su Xiaoqin curled up in his arms like a kitten, her eyes shyly looking at him like spring water.
That coy and bashful look made Ye Feng give her another very gentle good morning greeting.
This time, it was a lot easier than last night.
Even so, this pain didn't affect the deep sense of belonging Su Xiaoqin felt in the depths of her soul.
As a pure and traditional girl, such an event made her truly feel a belonging to her soul, as if the image of Ye Feng had been even more deeply branded into her spirit.
As for the near-death fear of yesterday, it was washed away entirely by this joy.
After everything ended, Ye Feng and Su Xiaoqin got up, tidied up, and prepared for the competition and to attend classes.
Seeing the bloodstains on the snow-white sheets, Su Xiaoqin was so shy she could hardly keep her head up.
