The next morning.
After the rain, the morning was sunny, and the sunlight on the water-drenched plants sparkled with a shimmering glow.
It was already nine o'clock in the morning.
No busy work, no interruptions.
Song Yi lay quietly in his arms, sleeping soundly, her delicate face smooth and soft, particularly beautiful.
Tang Si stared quietly at her, suddenly curling his lips into a smile, feeling his heart melting.
All of a sudden, the woman in his arms moved slightly.
Her eyelashes fluttered lightly, opening her eyes to see Tang Si watching her.
The first thing Song Yi thought of upon waking was yesterday, and her face instantly turned red as she turned away.
Tang Si chuckled, raising his hand to pinch her cheek: "I don't know why you're getting shy."
"Wasn't it you who took advantage yesterday? Little girl?"
In the morning, the man's voice was deep and husky, quite pleasant, with a faint hint of a smile.
