The night passed without anything happening between them, and morning came before they knew it.
Mo Xie got up early the next day. He carefully freed himself from the arms and legs draped over him, dressed, and slipped out of the room.
After working in the kitchen for a while, he went back to the bedroom when the time was right. He came to the bedside, gently shook the still-sleeping Mu Ningxue, and said softly,
"Little Snow, breakfast is ready. Time to get up."
As soon as he spoke, Mu Ningxue's long lashes fluttered. She slowly opened her sleepy eyes to find his handsome face before her, like a sleeping beauty waking to a prince's kiss.
Tenderness flickered in her eyes. She reached out to stroke Mo Xie's face, a smile curving her lips as she said lazily,
"Little Evil, I don't feel like moving. Help me get dressed..."
Mo Xie's eye twitched. Feeling her cool, smooth hand caress his cheek, he said with mock annoyance,
"Come on, get dressed yourself. I'll wait outside."
When Mu Ningxue saw him turn to leave, she quickly caught his wrist and pleaded,
"Then you can at least help me put on my socks, right?"
Mo Xie could tell that if he didn't do something for her today, she intended to stay in bed. He had no choice but to agree.
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh, signaling for her to put her feet there.
Mu Ningxue smiled and slipped her feet out from under the covers, resting them on his lap.
Her feet were exquisite and snow-white, with delicate ankles, gracefully arched insteps, soft soles, and toes that gleamed like pearls. They were whiter than snow, like works of art painstakingly carved by God.
They felt smooth