Even her legs were draped over one of Fu Yinxiu's legs, creating an intimate and dependent closeness.
Fu Yinxiu seemed still asleep, his face relaxed with eyes closed.
Ming Yutong stared at him in a daze.
He didn't used to sleep like this.
Seven years ago, every morning she woke up in his embrace.
He would lie on his side, his arm weakly wrapping around her, intimate and warm.
Sometimes after a playful night, she'd wake up to find his leg over her waist, locking her in place as if his arms and legs were two locks, keeping her securely in his embrace.
It could be overbearing and uncomfortable, but Ming Yutong had always loved it, feeling sweet and cherished.
But at some point, Fu Yinxiu's sleeping posture had become this rigid flat position.
Yes, seven years had passed between them.
There were so many things he knew in the past that she no longer knew now.
Ming Yutong slowly moved her gaze to his face.
His profile looked so perfect, carved like a knife, proportioned perfectly.
Unlike his sternness when awake, there was now a softness.
Only at this moment could she faintly glimpse the shadow of seven years ago.
But now, he seemed even more mature than seven years ago.
Before, he was like a sharp knife.
Now, he was like an ancient sword sheathed, hiding all its edges, yet somehow more intimidating than its straightforward sharpness.
Ming Yutong's eyes moistened, taking a deep breath as she sat up.
Her hands, which had been wrapped around Fu Yinxiu's arm, still felt hot as if burned.
"Tong Tong?" Little Jingshi mumbled, waking up drowsily.
"I'm getting up to make breakfast. We agreed last night that I'd make you a delicious breakfast this morning," Ming Yutong whispered softly, as if afraid of waking Fu Yinxiu. "You go back to sleep."
"Then I want to get up too." Little Jingshi rubbed his eyes and sat up. "I want to have Tong Tong's breakfast early."
Ming Yutong nodded with a smile. "Your face wash, moisturizer, and toothbrush are all in the bathroom. Can you manage by yourself?"
"I can," Little Jingshi nodded.
"Great." Ming Yutong bent down and kissed Little Jingshi's soft cheek.
Little Jingshi blushed instantly, too embarrassed to speak.
Lowering his head bashfully, he occasionally stole shy glances at her.
Ming Yutong couldn't help but be amused by his adorable mannerisms, her heart melting.
Finally, she got up, fetched clothes from the wardrobe to change in the guest room, and then headed to the kitchen.
As soon as Ming Yutong left the room, Fu Yinxiu immediately opened his eyes.
He had actually been awake for a while.
Little Jingshi pointed at Fu Yinxiu. "Oh, Dad, so you were pretending to sleep!"
Fu Yinxiu glanced faintly at Little Jingshi.
Little Jingshi grinned mischievously. "Being hugged by Tong Tong, isn't it nice? Tong Tong was hugging you all night and watching you for a long time."
Fu Yinxiu's expression softened for a moment, lost in thought. But soon, he regained his composure and coldly said, "Get ready, we're leaving."
"No!" Little Jingshi pouted. "I still want to eat the breakfast Tong Tong made for me."
He had never... never eaten food his Mom made.
Fu Yinxiu glanced around the room, spotting Little Jingshi's school bag still untouched, its zipper closed.
"Did you finish your homework?" Fu Yinxiu suddenly asked.
Little Jingshi thought Fu Yinxiu wasn't planning to leave, so he nodded. "Yeah, Tong Tong and I were too busy being affectionate to waste time on homework."
Fu Yinxiu: "..."
Was "affectionate" really the right word to use?
"No homework means your bag hasn't been touched at all?" Fu Yinxiu clarified.
Little Jingshi didn't understand what Fu Yinxiu was getting at, so he shook his head honestly.
Fu Yinxiu slung the school bag over his shoulder and without another word, scooped Little Jingshi up around the waist.
"Dad, what are you doing!" Little Jingshi struggled, kicking his little legs.
"Going home," Fu Yinxiu said in a stern voice.
"I'm not going back!" Little Jingshi insisted.
"If you don't come with me now, you're never coming home again!" Fu Yinxiu's voice turned cold.
"I won't go back! I'll just stay with Tong Tong!" Little Jingshi looked determined.
Fu Yinxiu tightened his jaw and continued walking with him.
"But... I'm still in my pajamas! My clothes are all here!" Little Millet Cake protested.
"Leave them. I'll buy you new ones later," Fu Yinxiu said firmly, ignoring Little Jingshi's attempt to stall.
As they approached the kitchen, Fu Yinxiu feared Little Jingshi's voice might attract Ming Yutong.
He quickly covered Little Jingshi's mouth with his hand.
"Mmmph!" Little Jingshi was furious!
Fu Yinxiu carried him to the door, grabbed his own luggage bag, and walked out.
Only then did he release Little Jingshi's mouth.
"Dad, you're so mean!" Little Jingshi said angrily. "Tong Tong will cry!"
Fu Yinxiu scoffed. Cry?
Seven years ago, Ming Yutong might have cried in vulnerability, but not anymore.
This woman had long since lost her heart.
"Who would she cry to when she's all alone?" Fu Yinxiu mocked.
It was just a show for this silly kid.
As they spoke, they headed towards the elevator, and coincidentally, the door opposite them opened.