The next morning.
On the large bed in the bedroom upstairs, a fair and delicate arm stretched out from the messy quilt.
Song Wei rubbed her sleepy eyes and reached for her phone from the bedside table. It was already past nine in the morning.
Her sleepiness was greatly reduced.
At this time, she also remembered the madness last night and couldn't help but feel a little hot.
Then, Song Wei turned her head and realized that there was no one beside her.
She quickly sat up, picked up her pajamas from the ground, and put them on.
At this moment, Song Wei had already heard the commotion from the kitchen downstairs. A sweet smile appeared on her pretty face.
Song Wei dragged her slippers and walked down the stairs. Halfway down, she leaned on the railing and looked down. As expected, she saw Xia ruofei in an apron, busy in the kitchen.