By the next morning, as the sky was just getting light, the chickens Zhang Chengjiang raised near the pigsty started crowing.
Shen Jiayin crawled out of the quilt. She was used to waking up early, and unless her husband had kept her up at night, she could usually get up around five or six. Moreover, back in the countryside, the good air made her enjoy waking up early even in the cold of winter to see the mountain sun and green leaves, it felt really good.
She tiptoed around her husband and got off the bed. Standing by the bed, she looked at her husband. He looked just as good asleep, with thick black hair covering long lashes, a sexy and beautiful face, like a natural-born star.
She had an urge to lean in and steal a kiss.
This fleeting thought made her cheeks flush. Covering her blushing face with both hands, she dashed out of the room to wash up downstairs.
Watching her shadow dash out the door, Yao Ye slowly opened his eyes and his lips curled into a content smile.
