The setting sun dipped in the west, and sunlight poured through the window, spilling over the sofa.
Lu Liang lazily opened his eyes, feeling his mind sharpened and his body filled with comfort and pleasure.
He saw the shoes and socks of the mother and daughter at the entryway and decided to wash his face in the bathroom before opening Zhang Yun's room.
Mother and daughter were in each other's embrace, sleeping on the bed, peaceful and beautiful, with Zhang Qian's lips curled into a contented smile.
The little one hadn't fallen asleep, and the moment the door opened, she looked at Lu Liang with her round, wide eyes.
A hint of joy showed on her face as she whispered softly, "Uncle, you're awake."
Zhang Qian woke up, brushing back her hair, her eyes squinting, "I'll go wash my face, and then cook."
"Let's clean up and eat out instead."
The three of them headed to a nearby mall.