"Good morning, husband."
The itch at the tip of his nose and the sweet murmur in his ears roused Chen Cheng on his second day in Shanghai.
He groggily opened his eyes, only to see Wen Shulin gently brushing his cheek with her lustrous black hair.
"Did you wake up so early?" Chen Cheng, seeing her beautifully made-up face, could tell Wen Shulin had woken up at the crack of dawn.
"I just want to show you my most beautiful side."
Wen Shulin did not hide her real thoughts.
As she spoke, she got up.
But Chen Cheng, his heart softening, pulled her into his embrace, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Wen Shulin felt his firm morning greeting and laughed, pushing against Chen Cheng's chest, "You haven't brushed your teeth."
Chen Cheng laughed along and then let go of her.
"You go freshen up, and I'll make breakfast." Wen Shulin slipped out of bed, and then picked up a large hair clip to twist her hair up.
Chen Cheng, sitting on the big bed, asked, "Huh? You can cook?"
