The horizon showed a sliver of light, with the morning dawn gently illuminating the dim room through the curtains.
This was Leng Qiuge's room.
Compared to Lin Tong's personal style, Leng Qiuge's free-spirited decor was evidently more aligned with Ye Xuan's nature. At a glance, the entire room was chaotic and messy, with clothes belonging to Ye Xuan and Leng Qiuge scattered everywhere.
Particularly Leng Qiuge's nightgown from last night was now nothing but tatters strewn across the floor, making it hard to fathom the level of destructive havoc wreaked the previous night.
Ye Xuan naturally woke up under the influence of his biological clock.
Smelling the fragrance lingering in the air and feeling the soft, boneless body in his arms, a content smile appeared on Ye Xuan's lips. He shifted his gaze and gently shook the still-sleeping Leng Qiuge.
"Time to get up for work!" Ye Xuan said with a mischievous grin.
