The morning sun was shining brightly.
When Luo Qingzhou woke up, a soft feminine figure was still in his arms.
That person was looking at him with wide eyes.
When she saw that he had woken up, she said shyly, "Young Master, it's not that I'm lazy. You're pressing on my hair. I can't get up…"
Luo Qingzhou took a look. Indeed, he had pressed onto her long black hair.
However, this was definitely not the real reason behind her lazing in bed and not getting up.
"I really want to be hugged by Young Master like this all the time. It would be best if I never had to leave the bed…"
Luo Qingzhou looked into her shy eyes and heard what she was thinking.
This little girl could not keep her hands to herself last night.
When the two of them were sleeping, this little girl tried to touch him all about with a red face and he had to press her into his arms.