Feng Xuan was tangled with the sheets when she started to stretch. Her hands and feet reached for Qing Chen, but as most mornings, he was already out of the bed. She bolted upright and threw the blanket aside, pinning her hair above her head as she went down the stairs.
"Oh my," she said when she entered the kitchen and found her husband already finished cooking. "Is it that late already?"
"No," Qing Chen smiled and flipped a pancake on a plate. She saw that it was only seven in the morning. "I just got up really early."
"Do you have somewhere to be?" she asked, taking a seat.
"I'd drop by the Father's before heading to work." He took off his apron and placed a plate in the middle of them, pressing a kiss on the top of her head. "How's your head?"