"Uh..."
Fu Yanshen woke up with a splitting headache, his consciousness still not fully cleared.
Noticing the emptiness in his arms, he naturally turned to search for Mu Chenxi's soft and fragrant body.
Wanting to pull her back into his embrace and sleep for a little while longer.
He was already accustomed to the feeling of her being in his arms every morning upon waking. The moment he opened his eyes, he could see her sweet and reliant sleeping face.
His lips curled in a blissful arc.
Whenever he saw her, his heart would soften considerably.
These past few days without her in his arms, his sleep grew less and less, and he woke up earlier and earlier.
His long arm reached out, grasping at nothing.
Not having caught anyone, Fu Yanshen's consciousness slowly began to clear.
His brain also began to return to normal thinking, and his first realization was that something was wrong.
This is not a room in Yuejing Creek Garden!