I woke up to the sound of hushed giggles and the smell of coffee.
For a moment, I lay there in the master bedroom of the Moonlight Pavilion, basking in the sheer lightness of being. The sunlight was streaming through the sheer curtains, painting patterns on the floor. My body felt rested, my mind clear.
I stretched, reaching for Yichen, but his side of the bed was empty.
I frowned slightly, sitting up. He had promised. No work. Just us. But old habits die hard, I suppose. I checked the time on my phone, and it was already 10 AM. We had slept in. Or rather, I am the one.
I slipped out of bed, pulling on a robe, and padded out into the living area.
The sight that greeted me made me smile instantly.
Qiao Mei was sitting on the kitchen counter, wearing one of Lin Jun's white dress shirts that swallowed her whole. She was holding a mug of coffee, her legs swinging back and forth. Standing between her knees was Lin Jun.
