Li Qiyu hadn't expected that it wasn't a dream at all.
She had overslept, and the alarm didn't wake her...
Bo Yeyuan came back in the morning, and the lazy cat was still sleeping!
There were piles of albums on the bed, all taken by Bo Yeyuan within that year, including some from before their divorce. He had begged her many times to look at them, but she wouldn't even glance at them.
Her cellphone was on the bedside table. Recalling what the servant said about the screensaver, he pressed it and, to his surprise, his photo really was there.
Bo Yeyuan clenched the phone as if he had been hit by a blunt rod, and his blood flowed backwards.
Li Qiyu's cheeks were red, and she suddenly began to breathe rapidly, letting out a low moan.
She had absolutely no idea that "eating breakfast together" as Bo Yeyuan had mentioned, would have this meaning. She had been giving adult suggestive signals all night, and in both her actions and words, she had agreed.
"Bo Yeyuan..."
"Morning."