Warm morning light shone into the room from the window. Xiahou Xiyue turned over subconsciously, but an arm was wrapped around her waist. She touched her palm upwards and felt a flat and solid chest that rose and fell with her breathing. She opened her eyes.
, raised his head and looked at the man who seemed to be still sleeping. Remembering what day it was, his fingers itched and he couldn't help but pinch his waist.
