The Occurrence of Something Improbable

Out of habit from being in the army all year round, Xia Zhe woke up at dawn. For a moment, he was not used to having someone sleeping next to him, even if she had fair skin and a pretty face that looked like a cute little bun. Her small mouth opened and closed slightly with every breath, and her long eyelashes would occasionally flutter.

Xia Zhe tightened his hug on Qiao Mei and rested his chin on her head, enjoying the beautiful morning.

After a while, Qiao Mei muttered something in her sleep and slowly stretched out while flipping over. Xia Zhe did not even dare to breathe loudly, afraid that he would wake the person who looked to be dreaming.

He quietly put on his clothes and prepared to go out to make arrangements for the day's mission. Before he left, he took another look at Qiao Mei who was still in bed, unable to hide the smile on his face.

Xia Zhe thought to himself, "What a wonderful life."