When Song Yun woke up, it was already broad daylight. The sunlight lazily streamed in through the window, and beside him lay a beautiful little beauty. This life is really... painful.
Looking at Lin Qianxue's flawlessly exquisite little face, with eyebrows like a thin moon, eyelashes like fans, and lips like cherries, Song Yun suddenly felt hungry.
Perhaps it was due to the exhaustion from last night, she still hadn't woken up. Song Yun chuckled, leaned his head over, intending to have a kiss early in the morning.
A foot, half a foot, a quarter of a foot, an eighth of a foot, something pushed against Little Song Yun.
Lin Qianxue suddenly opened her eyes and said coldly, "If you dare to come closer, I'll cut it off."
"Go ahead, it's you who'll be the widow." Song Yun replied grumpily, sighing, another chance gone to waste.
