As the first rays of dawn playfully breached the curtains and forcefully illuminated the bedroom, the two people lying in bed were still deep in slumber.
Qin Jiran lay on his back, one arm wrapped around Su Yanyi’s waist. Su Yanyi was half-propped against Qin Jiran’s chest, seemingly claiming that spot as her exclusive sleeping position. After a night of good sleep, it felt as if she hadn’t moved at all.
The Su family gradually awoke, but the bedroom remained a quiet haven. Everyone was used to seeing the couple exercise in the morning and grew curious at the deviation, yet they chose not to disturb, letting the young pair sleep on.
It was Qin Jiran who woke first. Feeling the weight on his chest, he suddenly felt the responsibility on his shoulders grow heavier. From today on, he was a real man, and not just any man, but a woman’s man. He had to take responsibility not only for himself, but also for this woman!
At this mont, Su Yanyi also stirred from sleep. Without even opening her eyes, she felt a soreness in her body and instantly thought of the previous night’s events, which made her slightly uncomfortable. However, she quickly regained her usual composed and undisturbed deanor, opening her eyes and greeting Qin Jiran with a "good morning."
"Morning."
"Morning, did you sleep well? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?" Compared to Su Yanyi’s indifference, Qin Jiran was much more tender, his gaze filled with gentle concern.
Su Yanyi gave Qin Jiran a light glance, started to get out of bed, and said, "I’m going to take a shower, you go make breakfast; we’re not doing morning exercise." Considering the soreness all over her body, it would be better not to exercise this morning.
But today was different from other days. Previously, Qin Jiran didn’t like to wear pajamas to bed, but Su Yanyi did. Now, though, both of them were completely uncovered, and as Su Yanyi got out of bed, Qin Jiran saw everything.
Of course, Su Yanyi realized this as well after she got out of bed. Her reaction, however, was not like that of an ordinary girl. Despite feeling a bit uncomfortable, she didn’t make any special effort to cover up. Under Qin Jiran’s eager gaze, she entered the bathroom with poise.
How does the saying go? Soone can wear a dragon robe but not look like an emperor. Conversely in this context, even without wearing anything, Su Yanyi still exuded her usual lofty and cool ’Queen’ vibe. In Qin Jiran’s eyes, she was even more irresistible. He loved Yanyi’s confident and proud deanor; every ti he saw it, his heart raced.
At that mont, Qin Jiran wanted nothing more than to rush over and hold Yanyi tight, to hug and kiss her endlessly. But it was rely a thought; if he really had to do it, he felt sowhat daring. Despite the closeness of the previous night, in comparison to Su Yanyi’s calm and control, Qin Jiran was quite shy.
Therefore, Qin Jiran could only longingly watch the bathroom door, hoping Yanyi would co out quickly. As he thought about it, Qin Jiran rembered what Yanyi said before she went into the bathroom.
Yanyi had asked him to prepare breakfast. With that in mind, Qin Jiran dared not delay. He imdiately dressed, washed up in another bathroom, and rushed to the kitchen to begin his task as a dostic cook. Feeding Yanyi was more important than indulging in a few more glances at her, and besides, he could always look at her while she ate.
Wearing a bathrobe, Su Yanyi ca down from upstairs. The kitchen was filled with delicious aromas, and feeling sowhat hungry, she walked in directly. Stead cakes and fried eggs were set on the counter, and she did not hold back, imdiately grabbing a pair of chopsticks and beginning to eat while standing there.
Seeing this, Qin Jiran placed a stool behind Su Yanyi, forsaking the dining table and arranging the dishes nicely. The two of them started to eat right in the kitchen. In fact, there was always a small dining table in the kitchen, but Su Yanyi usually had particular dining habits—she would never eat in the kitchen. However, she now seed to be developing into a foodie, becoming less concerned about where she ate. And if Yanyi didn’t mind, Qin Jiran cared even less.
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