The next day, in the morning.

Xiao Yang opened his eyes and felt a soft touch. Subsequently, Mu Qingmiao was lying in his arms. The long eyelashes flickered like beautiful butterflies.

"Xiaoyang."

At this time, Mu Qingmiao woke up and smiled sweetly at him.

Xiao Yang gave her lips a gentle kiss and said in a soft voice, "Qing Yan, I have to go to work."

Mu Qingmiao picked up his mobile phone and looked at it. It was eight o'clock in the morning. They had been tossing about for a long time last night, seemingly trying to release the passion and love in their bodies.

Until four o'clock in...