The experience of a young girl and that of a young wife really differ.
The next morning, when Lu Jincheng woke up groggily, Guo Minjie was no longer by his side and his arm felt numb from being compressed.
He was stunned at first, took a few seconds to realize he was at Guo Minjie's house, then stretched out his arm and propped himself up to sit.
The half of the bedsheet next to him was still wrinkled. He picked up two long, soft black hairs from his arm.
After stretching, he glanced at the cellphone on the bedside table. It was just after eight.
Beside the phone was a cup of warm water, presumably left by Guo Minjie.
The clinking sounds from the kitchen were cheerful, indicating big sister was making breakfast.
Just for this alone, last night's efforts had not been in vain.
He put on a T-shirt, rubbed his eyes, and walked out, raising his voice, "Xiao Jie, making breakfast?"
"Yeah, you were sleeping so soundly, and you were so tired yesterday, I didn't wake you."
