Lin Chen's Happy Daily Life

On the morning of the seventh day after the great battle ended, Lin Chen was awakened by the weight on his arm.

Before he even opened his eyes, he could feel Xiao Wu wrapped around him like an octopus, one leg draped over his waist, her face buried in his chest, her long hair scattered everywhere. Her breathing was even and warm as she slept soundly.

He tried to pull his arm free, but it would not budge. Instead, she gave a sleepy hum and clung to him even tighter.

Lin Chen smiled helplessly and simply stopped moving, turning his head toward the window.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the window lattice, painting strips of golden light across the floor.

Faint birdsong came from the courtyard, along with the soft sound of water pouring over flower leaves.

He listened for a while and knew that Ye Lingling was up, crouching beside the flower bed to water her Nine-Heart Begonia.

Carefully, he extricated himself from Xiao Wu's hold. During the process, she rolled over, hugged his pillow, and continued sleeping, mumbling something vaguely under her breath—probably something about "buns."

Lin Chen nearly laughed out loud. He reached over to brush aside the stray hair on her forehead, pressed a light kiss to the crown of her head, then threw on an outer robe and pushed open the door.

Morning light greeted him head-on, carrying the scent of dew and earth.

Sure enough, Ye Lingling was crouched beside the flower bed, holding a narrow-spouted bronze watering can as she slowly watered the roots of the Nine-Heart Begonia.

Hearing him, she looked up at him.

The morning light fell across her profile, gilding her features with a soft pale gold. Her beautiful eyes curved slightly. Without speaking, she merely raised a