The next morning, warm sunlight streamed in through the window. Ye Tian furrowed his brows slightly and gradually opened his eyes.
He looked down at Xinyan, who was sound asleep next to him, and a gentle smile spread across his lips. He took a cigarette from the nightstand, lit it, and rubbed Xinyan's cheek, "Wife, time to wake up."
"Hmm, so annoying." Xinyan frowned, patted Ye Tian, and in one turn, she lifted her leg and pinned him down. In the next moment, Ye Tian immediately flushed red, his body arching up like a cooked shrimp.
For a man, early in the morning, that thing is at its highest, and Ye Tian was no exception. Xinyan's careless movement nearly broke it.
Xinyan slowly opened her eyes, looked at Ye Tian whose brows were slightly furrowed, "What's wrong with you?"
"Doesn't your leg feel lifted?" Ye Tian said with a flushed face.
Xinyan frowned slightly, lifted the blanket to look inside, and instantly recoiled, exclaiming, "Why, why is it so big?!"