When the first ray of sunshine sprinkled on JiMingshao's face, JiMingshao and Sally were still in deep sleep. He woke up first and covered his face with his hand. The morning sunshine was a little dazzling.

　　At first, it occurred to him that Sally might be stabbed by the sun. Thinking of this, he turned to look at her. He suddenly found that he didn't need to worry about it at all.

　　Sitting quietly in JiMingshao's arms, she buried her face in JiMingshao's chest. The quilt blocked the sunlight again. Now that she was sleeping, she felt very comfortable.

　　JiMingshao felt a little funny. Last night, Sally looked at him...