Six in the morning.
Tang Song slowly opened his eyes.
The bedroom was still dark.
The ambient light in the corner was set to its lowest level, bathing the entire room in a faint, warm orange glow.
It was quiet and warm, carrying an unreal, dreamy haze.
A soft, scorching body was pressed tightly against him in his arms.
Qiu Qiu was sleeping deeply.
She lay on her side with her face buried against his chest. At some point, her arms had wound around him as well, as if she could not bear to let go even in her sleep. Her long hair was scattered across the pillow, several strands of orange-brown hair brushing his chest and rising and falling gently with her long, even breaths, tickling him. Beneath the edge of the blanket, only a slender stretch of her exceptionally beautiful neck and shoulders was exposed.
Her swanlike neck, collarbones, and the round, full contours of her shoulders glowed softly in the dim light.
She was beautiful.
Tang Song lay on his side like that, quietly watching her in the darkness for a while as his gaze gradually softened.
The Qiu Qiu of last night had felt rather different from before.
At first, she had indeed been impulsive and passionate, even carrying a sense of throwing everything on the line.
But when they truly reached that final step, she had become like the little girl from [Dream Flower Seed] who clung to him and depended on him. She had relied on him with all her heart.
She trusted him without reservation.
And there had also been a hint of timidity and embarrassment that she could not hide at all.
Afraid of pain, she would frown and quietly shed tears, her eyes reddened as tears glimmered within them.
She would