On the day Qin Qingqing and Mo Ziye registered their marriage, she woke up at dawn.
Opening her eyes and seeing the man beside her still asleep, Qin Qingqing let a happy smile rise to her lips and prepared to get out of bed quietly.
However, as she just sat up, a man's voice, deep and lazy from sleep, sounded in her ear, "Qingqing, why are you up so early?"
"I can't sleep anymore."
"Stay with me for a little longer."
Mo Ziye, smiling at the corners of his mouth, wrapped his arm around her waist and gently but firmly pulled her back down onto the bed.
"Brother Ziye, I don't want to sleep anymore. I have to go home to pick up my grandparents and my dad."
Last night, Qin Mu said he wouldn't come to the Mo family for breakfast, and Mo Ziye also agreed.
But Qin Qingqing still wanted them to come over.
Mo Ziye detected something amiss in her tone, his dark eyes slightly narrowing as he looked at her, "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean by what's wrong?"
