The next day, Leng Youchen woke up before Wei Anning. They were still in the same position they had been when they fell asleep, and Leng Youchen felt the warmth beside him. He looked down.
The girl was resting on his arm, her small hand on his abdomen, one leg draped over his, sleeping soundly.
She had always been very proper in her sleep, staying motionless wherever she lay. It was rare for her to cling to him like today, as if she were an octopus hugging him tightly.
The man was in high spirits, his single hand propping his head, holding the soft and warm beauty in his embrace, feeling so content he did not want to get out of bed.
In recent days, Leng Yanbo had caused him a huge problem. The expansion plan for the Northern European market had been shelved by the local government, and he had almost been unable to recover. To deal with the ceaseless issues and the pressures from shareholders, he had been worn out.
