Because of work, Xue Xiangtong rarely indulged herself.
Even when she did indulge, she would remain as vigilant as possible.
She woke up before dawn.
She looked around, confirming she was at Mu Shaojie's place.
And where was this man?
She got up and went to the master bedroom, unlocked the door, and saw him sleeping soundly.
In the morning sunlight, she stood by his bed, watching his handsome face, sleeping like a carefree child.
Perhaps only when people are asleep do they let down their guard, and only then are they truly happy.
The cold morning breeze blew, and she realized she was only wearing his shirt.
She couldn't help but touch her forehead, as she couldn't quite remember everything about last night.
She only knew they were in the art studio, he was painting, and she...
She put on a coat and ran to the art studio.
The door to the studio wasn't closed, and she could see her dress lying on the floor from afar. She rushed to pick it up, but then she saw a painting.
