The next morning.
When Leng Zimo was ready with breakfast by the bed, Luo Xiaoqian was still curled up in the blankets.
"Little fool, time to wake up!"
He bent down to pinch her nose.
"Just a little longer…" she snuggled deeper into the blanket.
Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow, she had already said this for the fifth time that morning.
Glancing at his watch, he didn't compromise this time and bent down to kiss her lips, waking her up with a kiss. Luo Xiaoqian gasped and opened her eyes, still appearing dazed, "What are you doing?"
"You promised to go to Hong Kong with me," he reminded her, cradling her face.
"Ah, right…" Luo Xiaoqian's eyes suddenly widened in realization as she sat up swiftly.
Fortunately, Leng Zimo reacted quickly, otherwise, their heads might have collided.
He pulled over a robe and draped it over her shoulders, then lifted a hand to ruffle her messy hair, "Go freshen up first."
