Yun Xiangxiang woke up in Song Mian's arms. She turned her head to find out that he was already awake. His head was propped with one hand, and he stared at her intently.
Yun Xiangxiang smiled at him and teased, "Aren't you bored seeing me every day?"
Song Mian did not answer, and the corners of his lips gradually curved into a beautiful arc. He looked at her with his charming eyes and shook his head gently.
Yun Xiangxiang was close to him and saw his purple-black eyes like magnificent transparent emeralds, reflecting her small face.
Yun Xiangxiang didn't care that she woke up early and did not wash up. She leaned forward and kissed him on the face, "Good morning, Mr. Song."
The corners of Song Mian's eyebrows and eyes were filled with happiness. He leaned down and kissed her face, "Good morning, Ms. Yun."
Both of them looked at each other after they finished speaking and couldn't help laughing sweetly.
