The next day at noon, Lu Bu'er was awakened by the roaring of Kun-style fighter jets. When he opened his eyes, he was nearly blinded by the scorching sun outside the window, and the pillow beside him was already empty.
He didn't find it strange.
Because they had tossed and turned until five in the morning before sleeping.
"I used to look down on those emperors in TV dramas and novels who were lost in beauty. I never thought that once it was my turn, I'd realize it's really hard to hold back," he yawned, getting up. The clothes scattered by the bed included a white nightgown that revealed a glimpse of a black bra strap, along with some flannel shirts and lining strewn about, obviously left over when that woman had got up early to change clothes.
They had agreed to just sleep, but Boss Lu simply couldn't resist the temptation of beauty, resulting in his wife not getting a good night's sleep. At dawn, she bit him and made a hasty retreat.
