A night without dreams.
Gu Ran woke up in the morning, stiff as porcelain.
The bedwetting incident in Saturday's dream seemed to have had limited therapeutic effect.
External stimuli were also sufficient, as He Qingyan had pressed down on him with her chest before going to bed last night.
Gu Ran had refrained from thinking too deeply last night for fear of not dreaming of Su Qing, but now, upon reflection, he could still feel the softness leaving him, bit by bit—it was an indication of considerable size.
It was like a clump of clouds passing over the top of a mountain, with a process, rather than occurring all at once.
He Qingyan, not to be underestimated.
Scratching his belly as he left the room, Gu Ran thought he would be the first one up, only to find that Yan Hanxiang, who was usually the last to wake up, had not only finished her breakfast but was also ready to head out after freshening up.
"Mrs. Xiang?" he paused and asked, "Why are you up so early today?"
