Hua Xiaomai had never been particularly picky about her surroundings, and she wasn't one to miss her own bed. Wherever she went, as long as there was a large quilt, she could soundly sleep until the bright daylight.
However, the next morning, just as the sky started to brighten, she suddenly woke up.
The gentle morning light cast a faint shadow on the window lattice. The person beside her still held her tightly in his arms, sleeping very soundly with long, even breaths.
She moved her arms and legs and immediately felt pain all over her body. A surge of anger flared up in her heart, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the impulse to elbow him. She inhaled the cool air and struggled out of his embrace, put on some clothes casually, and prepared to rush to the bathhouse for a shower, and then...
Then it seemed that she was responsible for preparing breakfast, right?
