Ji Xinghuo woke up at a little past seven in the morning. The gentle sunlight of a spring morning bathed him in warmth and comfort, illuminating the bedroom.
Immediately, he lowered his head and saw Zhao Manying's head resting on his chest.
Her black, shiny hair was spread out, and her limbs were wrapped around him like an octopus. One of her legs was pressing on his waist, her nightgown had flipped up, her top had partially fallen open, and from his angle, he could see a view that he shouldn't have seen.
With such intimate contact, and first thing in the early morning, Ji Xinghuo immediately reacted.
A voice unwittingly echoed in his mind:
"Spring has arrived, all things have revived, and it's the season when animals breed..."
