"Honey, good morning!"
An Xiaoyu opened her eyes and saw the wicked man in front of her.
She reached out, covered his cheek with her hand, and caressed his handsome, otherworldly features, feeling warmth in her heart.
That softness and warmth, just like tender green sprouts emerging from the ground, growing slowly in the morning sun.
An Xiaoyu's hand gently stroked his eyebrows, his cheeks, and then she extended her arms to hook around his neck, hugging him tightly.
Originally, An Xiaoyu just wanted to express her affection for him, with a coquettish intent.
After all, one tends to be very lazy right after waking up from sleep.
"Stop it, I'm sleepy!"
Shen Yufeng laughed instead.
"It's fine, just keep sleeping!"
An Xiaoyu: "..."
This guy is simply too cunning and sly. His words may seem alright at face value, but they make no sense at all, right?
As if she could fall asleep now!
An Xiaoyu didn't know whether she should push him away or just let things continue to develop.
