Mu Qiu wanted to say "Happy Birthday," but now it's stuck in her throat, unable to come out. She can only watch his peaceful sleeping face.
Then, his hand patted her back repeatedly, making her drowsy. Not long after, she fell asleep.
The next day, Mu Qiu woke up at 7:30. When she got up, she pushed Cheng Zhirang, who was preparing to wake up, back onto the bed.
And warned him, "Wait until I call you to get up. For now, sleep a little longer."
Cheng Zhirang always listened to her. After being pushed back onto the bed, he didn't struggle, and watched as she put on a black dress.
The dress was casual, but too fitting, with white stripes on both sides. Now, the white stripes were slightly stretched at the chest, clinging tightly at the waist, and slightly stretched again at the hips.
Perfectly measuring the curves of her figure.
She was humming a song while tying her hair, and before he could see clearly, her hair was twisted into a wobbly bun in no time.
"Don't get up, okay?"
