Next morning~
We wake up tangled together, sheets a mess, my leg thrown over his like I claimed territory in my sleep.
The room smells faintly like him. Warm. Safe.
I blink awake first and find Jiang already looking at me, chin propped on his hand, eyes lazy and soft like he's memorizing my face.
"Why are you staring?" I mumble, voice rough.
He smiles. "Good morning."
Ugh. Illegal levels of tenderness this early.
I try to roll away, but his arm tightens around my waist, pulling me back until my back presses against his chest. His chin rests on my shoulder, breath warm against my neck.
"First day," I remind him, poking his arm. "Model Jiang Yu. You can't be late."
He hums like he's thinking about ignoring the entire industry just to stay in bed.
Eventually, we drag ourselves up.
We brush our teeth side by side, elbows bumping, him stealing glances at me through the mirror. Toothpaste foam. Bed hair. Zero dignity.
