The next day.
A little after six in the morning.
Light squeezed in through the window, accompanied by a refreshing breeze that brushed Dong Xuebin's bangs.
His forehead tickled, and Dong Xuebin woke up. Still groggy, he yawned and stretched.
His fist immediately struck the TV cabinet beside him. The pain made Dong Xuebin suck in a breath. He shook his hand, brought it to his mouth, and blew on it. His drowsiness vanished, leaving him much more awake. He had not slept well even once these past few days, but he had finally slept soundly last night. He had never felt so comfortable before. His spirits were better than ever now, and he felt full of energy, as though he could go three days and three nights without sleep and still be fine.
Dong Xuebin rubbed his eyes and glanced to the side. The space beside the blanket was empty, with only the lingering scent of a woman remaining.
Huh?
Where was County Chief Jiang?
When had she left?
He reached out and felt around. There was still some residual warmth beneath the blanket, so she could not have been gone long. Looking at the sofa, Sister Jiang's clothes were still there as well. Sure enough, the bathroom door quietly opened the next moment, and Jiang Fangfang came out in a silk nightgown. Dong Xuebin could clearly see that Sister Jiang's complexion seemed much better. The pallor and fatigue between her brows from her frequent insomnia were gone, replaced by a healthy glow. She seemed a little more alluring overall. Of course, her expression was still as calm as ever. That had never changed.
Dong Xuebin climbed up from the mat on the floor. "Sister Jiang."
Jiang Fangfang looked at him. "Mm, you're awake?"
"I'm awake. Cough, cough. You