The next morning, just as the sky began to brighten, Ye Fan opened his eyes on time as usual.
With the curtains drawn, the room was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your own hand in front of you.
Of course, that's for ordinary people.
As a Postnatal Perfect Martial Artist, Ye Fan's bodily functions far exceeded those of ordinary people. In the blink of an eye, he adjusted to the room's light and, turning his head slightly, saw Su Yuxin resting on his arm, clinging to his neck, and one of her jade legs unceremoniously pressing on his, her smooth body curled up in his arms like a well-behaved kitten.
In the darkness, Su Yuxin's breathing was very even, and she was sleeping soundly.
Listening to Su Yuxin's even breathing and feeling the pressure and smoothness of her two little bunnies on his chest, Ye Fan couldn't help but recall last night's madness.
