The next day, Ji Wanzhou woke up before 7 o'clock.
He looked at his electronic watch on the bedside table. It was not even 7 o'clock yet. He picked up his phone and turned off the 7 o'clock alarm so that Meng Qingge would not wake up when it rang.
At this moment, Meng Qingge also frowned slightly and then woke up.
He opened his dazed eyes and stared at the ceiling above him, his thoughts empty.
Why do I feel so tired? His body felt so heavy!
Meng Qingge stretched lazily, dragging her waist and legs with her as she did so. She gasped in pain. "Hiss …"
What the hell? Why was it so painful? Had she been beaten last night?
Meng Qingge frowned and turned around to look at Ji Wanzhou. She found that Ji Wanzhou had also woken up and was looking at her with a pair of eyes filled with love.
Meng Qingge raised her brows, her lips curving into a smile. "Morning!"
"Morning, wife." A happy and gentle smile appeared on Ji Wanzhou's face.