Zhou Bingzhu woke up very early.
In over two years, he had never felt as satisfied while sleeping as he did last night.
The person in his arms was still asleep.
He turned his head and saw Gu Shengyin's face nestled against his chest.
Her complexion was still pale, but in her sleep, her whole face softened, losing that daytime aloofness that kept people at a distance.
He couldn't help but lean in and kiss her forehead.
Only in her dreams would she be this docile.
Thinking back on all that happened yesterday, Zhou Bingzhu still found it hard to believe.
It went too smoothly.
It was like preparing to fail countless times for a difficult goal, only to succeed on the first try.
Looking at the time, Zhou Bingzhu decided to get up.
He quietly slipped out of bed, carefully tucked the blanket back around the sleeping person, and tiptoed out of the room.
Zhou Bingzhu was cooking porridge in the kitchen.
He was in such a good mood that he even hummed a tune.
