The next morning, Jiang Chen woke up from his sweet dream. He looked at the adorable girl beside him, sleeping as calmly as a cat, and his mouth curled up.
Mouth slightly closed, graceful eyebrows, eyelashes gently trembling, and the somewhat messy hair...
The porcelain doll-like white skin was cast with slight redness on her cheeks, and from her rhythmic breathing, Jiang Chen could hear a hint of tiredness and joy.
It was a bit too crazy last night.
Jiang Chen thought about last night as his face turned red. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that every time Ayesha was treated "roughly" by him, she would be excited, especially with her hands pulled behind her back, from the back...
He awkwardly touched his nose, and then gently tucked Ayesha in before quietly sneaking down from the bed.
He hadn't cooked breakfast in a long time.
Jiang Chen, satisfied, looked at the buttered toast and oatmeal with milk on the table with a great sense of accomplishment.
