The next day, when Song Xiaodong got up, Xiao Yingying was still deep in sleep, the little girl sleeping ever so sweetly. However, her arms and legs were all entwined around Song Xiaodong's body, and her small hand had been tightly clutching him all night without loosening.
Early in the morning is the time when a man's response is most intense, and Song Xiaodong truly didn't want to get up. But still, he mustered up the courage to peel away Xiao Yingying's limbs and climbed out of bed; otherwise, he really didn't know if he was going to do something.
Xiao Yingying still didn't get up. After Song Xiaodong freshened up, he went downstairs to find that everyone except Miao Xuanxuan was already up. Lin Su'er and Song Xiaoru were busy preparing breakfast, while Miao Qingqing had just finished washing up.
Unconsciously, so many people had begun living in this home, and except for himself, they were all beauties. This made Song Xiaodong feel a bit light-headed.
