The next day, Li Yeqi rubbed her head and pulled her out of the covers, "Be good and go take a shower, I'll order breakfast."
The usually serious man rarely smiled; most of his smiles were cold or mocking. Such a tender and overflowing smile like this moment was extremely rare, as if each time he was satisfied, he would reveal such satisfied and affectionate expressions.
Yan Luoxi stumbled out of bed and clutched into the bathroom awkwardly. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, and before she could finish showering, she poked her head out, wrapped in a bath towel.
"Hey, did you already order breakfast?"
Li Yeqi turned his head to look at her, her hair still dripping wet. His brows furrowed slightly, but his tone was gentle, "Yes, come out after you're done washing, be careful not to catch a cold."
