Early next morning, as dawn was breaking, Shen Qiang woke up. The rain was falling outside the window, the breezeway window stirred the curtains, and the wind quietly coming in carried a hint of chill. But beside him, Pan Meiqing lay, soft and warm, like a little sun, making people feel warm and comfortable.
"Did you sleep well?" Shen Qiang asked with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her.
She giggled shyly and nodded gently with happiness in her eyes, quietly nestling in his arms.
Her hair, carrying a faint fragrance, brushed against Shen Qiang's cheek, tickling him, yet he was still reluctant to push her away.
"Are you adapting? Do you like it here?"
Upon hearing this, Pan Meiqing shyly raised her beautiful eyes to look at Shen Qiang and said, "I like it here, especially the demons in front, they're so interesting and adorable, totally mismatched with their fierce appearance."
