The next morning, Su Xiaoyue habitually woke up just after six.
Usually, she would get up as soon as she awoke, but today she didn't feel like moving at all, feeling sore all over as if she had fallen apart. There was also a heavy feeling on her waist as if something were pressing down on her; she touched it and realized it was Fan Shaoming's arm, so she gently moved it from where it lay across her waist. Such a domineering spirit, even in sleep he clung to her waist, as if he feared she might run away.
This wolf, when fed, would truly swallow even the bones.
Turning her head, Su Xiaoyue looked at the man beside her, sleeping soundly with a content expression still carved on his handsome face. In sleep, he was as adorable as Mingyu, without the domineering, overbearing, and haughty demeanor he had when awake.
Though he had tormented her all night, Su Xiaoyue was still full of tender feelings; while he was still not awake, she reached out to touch his face.
He was very handsome.
