Dinner Gathering

Wang Zijing woke up at nine in the morning. When she opened her eyes, her face was tired, but her eyes sparkled with happiness and sweetness. As a newlywed woman, she was filled with boundless tenderness.

Qin Ze had woken up long ago. One arm held her while the other sent messages on his phone.

Seeing her wake, Qin Ze silently locked his phone and kissed her forehead. "Oha yo paparazzi aunt death."

Wang Zijing broke into a smile. She had caught the last image on the screen before it went dark—he had been chatting with Qin Baobao. Frowning, she asked, "What did your sister say?"

"She sent me a video last night. You know what she's like, so she came to hold me accountable this morning," Qin Ze said. "She messaged you too, but you didn't reply. I told her you were too tired during the day and went to bed early."

"Just one sister, and she's more annoying than me, right?" Wang Zijing badmouthed her.

"Mm." Qin Ze nodded.

He did not defend his sister, and Wang Zijing secretly felt pleased.

"Tired?" Qin Ze held a soft, fragrant beauty in his arms. Mornings were a time that easily stirred a man's impulses.

"Not tired..." The moment she said it, Wang Zijing sensed something was wrong.

"Little Sister, how about another round?"

"Get lost."

Wang Zijing rolled over, wrapping herself in the blanket and curling into the corner of the bed.

"Hey..."

Qin Ze had exposed himself, so he hurriedly joined the Crotch-Covering Faction and hid Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea before pouncing over to fight Wang Zijing for the blanket.

"Then stop messing around. I want to sleep a little longer." Wang Zijing pressed her little hands against his chest.

"Mm."

Qin Ze had experience with this.