That evening, it actually started snowing.
By the time daylight came, the snowflakes had already covered the ground, turning it into a silver world.
Early the next morning, the sound of firecrackers was incessant. Tong Xi was disturbed to the point of having a headache, reaching out to grab the quilt, wanting to cover her head to block out the annoying sound.
But what she touched was smooth and warm.
Uh... What is this?
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw the mischievous yet alluring face in front of her, and immediately, the memories from last night came flooding back.
Tong Xi's face flushed bright red.
Her heart began to race instantly.
Could she shrink back into the quilt and continue pretending to sleep?
But clearly, it was too late.
Yunqing was already awake.
"Morning, wife!"
With a slight movement from her, he awoke and turned his head slowly, his eyes firmly fixated on the little woman before him.
