The next morning.
In the presidential suite on the top floor of Wang Hao Hotel in Qing City.
When a gentle breeze blew outside, causing the branches to sway gently, Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the bright red on the white bedsheet and Han Tian, who was as docile as a kitten.
"Mhm…"
Han Tian seemed to have sensed Lin Fan's gaze and let out a soft hum.
After that, her long eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes.
They locked eyes.
Han Tian looked at Lin Fan's handsome face.
Lin Fan looked at Han Tian's perfect figure.
The two of them were like magnets, hugging each other tightly once again.
Outside the window… the two sparrows pecked each other's heads, relaxed and happy.
...
About an hour later, the two of them reluctantly climbed out of bed.
Han Tian had to attend her client's wedding today, so she could not be late.