In the master bedroom, the floor-to-ceiling curtains were tightly closed.
The dim and soft light gently illuminated the spacious bed.
In the air, a quiet stream of sweet happiness flowed.
The knocking at the door and Zhang Minghui's excited shout awakened the two people sleeping soundly, the first to open his eyes being Wen Jin, who was sleeping on the outside.
His thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he looked at was not the doorway, but the woman resting on his arm.
He hadn't drunk too much last night, just a couple more drinks than usual, leaving him a bit tipsy at most. As a result, he clearly remembered everything he did the night before.
There was no blackout.
At this moment, seeing Jing Xiaocha's slightly red cheeks in his arms, a layer of tenderness unconsciously rose in his heart as he thought about gently withdrawing his arm.
But then he noticed her eyelashes twitch slightly.
