Time trickled by, and suddenly Lu Tianxing, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them out of nowhere, a faint smile curving on his lips, and he stared at Bai Zhiqing without blinking, "Wife, good morning."
"Good... Good morning."
Caught off guard by Lu Tianxing's sudden eye-opening, Bai Zhiqing quickly shifted her gaze away from him, feeling her cheeks burning with embarrassment. How embarrassing, she thought, to have been caught so absorbed. But then again, it seemed Lu Tianxing was rather good-looking—the more she looked, the more appealing he became.
As this thought flashed through her mind, Bai Zhiqing's face grew even redder, and she instinctively wanted to get up from the bed.
