The next morning, when Liu Zhizhong woke up, he found Zhang Yuxing sleeping sweetly in his arms, looking so beautiful.
This little look made him really want to kiss her.
But at this moment, he had to pee urgently, and his whole body was stiff.
He had to quietly get up and made a trip to the bathroom.
By the time he came back, it was already past eight in the morning, so he let Zhang Yuxing sleep a bit longer while he went out to take care of some business.
The thunderstorm had stopped at some unknown time. The town of Mulang by the river in the mountains, with its Highland charm, was unspeakably beautiful.
The clear, emerald Ailian River flowed gently.
The mountains on both sides revealed patches of freshly cleaned greenery, making even the sun seem more tender.
The sky was clear blue, with tranquil white clouds. On the valley grassland, herds of cattle and sheep from the shepherds wandered around.
