When Liu Chang'an woke up that morning, he felt warm all over, pleasantly comfortable. His whole body sank into the sofa, wrapped in cushions and a blanket, with a soft, fragrant body nestled against him. It felt like every morning he had woken up at An Nuan's house.
Opening his eyes, he remembered that he had fallen asleep watching Rural Love Story the previous night. He had simply shut his eyes without moving from the sofa.
Before he fell asleep last night, Zhou Shuling had still been staring wide-eyed and occasionally giggling foolishly. She had probably fallen asleep shortly after he did. Now she was curled up beside Liu Chang'an, clutching the hem of her thermal shirt tightly in both hands. A flush colored her face, and a blissful smile curled her lips. Who knew what sweet dream she was having?
Women really did become more beautiful and alluring when they were happy and relaxed, free of burdens and worries about food and clothing. Especially that gradually emerging moist, dewy air about them—it made them seem completely different from before.
Take body fragrance, for example. Zhou Shuling had never really had any scent before, yet now, without deliberately using perfume or soaking herself in cosmetics, she naturally gave off a smell that was very pleasant to breathe in.
Just then, Zhou Dongdong barged in like a piglet escaping its pen, pushing the door open with her head. In one hand she held a limp, cold doughnut, and in the other, her padded coat, which looked like a spacesuit.
This kind of padded coat was thick and heavy, seriously getting in the way of a child's bouncing around, and there was no way she could put it on herself. It was beyond Zhou Dongdong's capacity for self-care.
When she woke up