When Ye Fei woke up, Song Ci was already gone. He had no idea when she had slipped out. Thinking about how she had sworn through gritted teeth last night to "drain him dry," only to end up falling asleep herself, he couldn't help but chuckle.
He wondered if the overworked girl would wake up with sore arms or a cramped jaw. With a mischievous grin, Ye Fei got out of bed and freshened up.
As he stepped out of the room, he saw Song Xuan sitting alone, lost in thought. Song Ci was nowhere to be seen.
"What's on your mind?" Ye Fei walked over, sat down beside her, and pulled her soft body into his arms.
"Nothing," Song Xuan replied, nestling into his embrace. After a moment of hesitation, she asked timidly, "This morning, why did Song Ci come out of your room?"