The next morning, Chi Xiaoyu groggily woke up from her sleep.
Something felt off.
She lifted the blanket and took a look, immediately realizing something unusual.
Aunt Flo arrived two days early—seriously...
Wait, who changed her safety underwear?
She raised her head and saw an extraordinarily handsome figure sitting on the sofa. In the soft morning light, his chiseled profile was dizzyingly stunning.
So handsome it was out of this world.
He held a cup of coffee in his hand, with an ultrathin laptop balanced on his lap as he reviewed some documents.
Such a peaceful morning, such an irresistible husband—a sweet day was starting once again.
"Awake?"
He lifted his attractive chin, his gaze slightly dreamy as he looked at her.
"Last night, um, was it... you who helped me with... that...?" She ran her fingers through her slightly messy hair, her cheeks glowing red.
She hadn't expected Yeh Cangqiong to help her with something so private—it was utterly embarrassing.
