It was good to wake up in your warm bed.
Now that Yichen has started becoming the most admirable husband, I have never worried about our bed being cold—until the last few weeks, when he disappeared on me.
I stretched as my eyes scanned the room, only to land on the person sitting at the edge of the bed. He was already awake, buttoning the cuffs of his white shirt.
The morning light caught the sharp lines of his face. He looked every bit the CEO, yet the softness in his eyes when he glanced at me was a disorienting contradiction. Who knew I would have to wake up to such a handsome face every morning?
I could die peacefully.
"Good morning," I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep as I stretched.
"Get dressed," he replied, his voice a low rumble. He stood up, adjusting his tie. "We're driving to AURORA together."
He leaned in and kissed my forehead. But I pouted. "Can't a CEO stay in bed all day?" I asked grudgingly.
