The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room as Tang Xue Mei stirred in bed. She blinked drowsily, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting in from the adjoining suite. Stretching lazily, she turned, only to find the space beside her empty.
Just as she was about to sit up, the sound of the door clicking open drew her attention. Feng Shihan walked in, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of coffee, a delicate croissant dusted with powdered sugar, and a single red rose. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves were casually rolled up, giving him an effortlessly handsome look.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said with a smirk, setting the tray down beside her.
Xue Mei arched an eyebrow. "You don't usually bring me breakfast in bed. What's the occasion?"
Feng Shihan leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead. "You'll find out soon enough. Eat first."