Stretching her slightly stiff lower back, Ning Xiaofei yawned and reluctantly stretched out her hand to reach for her cellphone on the nightstand. With eyes still closed, she turned off the phone alarm, lazily turned over, and reached out to embrace the man lying next to her.
Her hand reached out, but grasped nothing.
She opened her eyes, puzzled, only to see the empty half of the pillow in front of her—she was lying on Mu Tianye's pillow.
Huh?
Squinting her eyes, Ning Xiaofei glanced around.
"Husband?"
No reply.
She frowned and sighed. Everyone wants to be a president, but it's not so easy to be one. He just went on a business trip yesterday, and now he's up so early again?
Throwing off the covers and getting up, she casually grabbed one of his shirts to wear and washed her face. Then she reached out to open the bathroom cabinet drawer and fumbled for a medicine bottle.
