As the sun climbed a little higher, casting a warm golden light across the cool grass, Zhang Yuan stirred slightly, his face nestled against the softness of Zhang Fumin's embrace.
The lake beside them sparkled under the early morning sun, its surface mirroring the gentle clouds floating above and creating a scene of quiet, pristine beauty.
Zhang Yuan, still wrapped in the warmth of sleep, let out a contented sigh and buried his face a little deeper, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breathing.
Each breath she took was gentle, calming him as he lay beside her, his arm draped lazily over her waist.
The coolness of the grass beneath them contrasted perfectly with the warmth of her presence, and for a moment, he simply remained there, savoring the peace and simplicity of the morning.
Feeling the warmth of the sunlight, Zhang Yuan's eyelashes fluttered open and looked at the pure skin in front of him.