When the lovely Wenren Meiqiao woke up, she lazily stretched her body, then closed her eyes sluggishly. Yet, happiness filled her lips as she embraced Shen Qiang and nestled her head against his chin. Her hair tickled him, but the jasmine-like fragrance made Shen Qiang, who had long been awake and quietly gazing at the curtain illuminated by the dawn, hug her tighter.
After a long while, Wenren Meiqiao lazily opened her beautiful eyes and saw Shen Qiang staring out the window, lost in thought. She couldn't help but pout her pink cherry lips and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, then spoke coquettishly:
"Hey, why do you look so preoccupied? Are you thinking about Zong Zijin's affairs? Let me tell you, he…"
"Shh!" Shen Qiang chuckled: "Don't talk to me about anything related to Zong Zijin."
Wenren Meiqiao was slightly surprised, then raised an eyebrow and said: "Did Qian Ning make you angry?"
