At dawn, the sun shone through the c***k of the closed curtain and into the warm room. Dan Mingjie was still lying on the bed, writing novels until 12 o'clock last night. Suddenly, a soft little hand on his waist pinched him. His body was slightly lying on the side. Facing the familiar movements, he slowly opened his eyes and returned a smile.
"Lazy Little Bastard, get up now. The sun is shining on your butt," a familiar and melodious voice sounded in his ear.
"It's still early today. Are you off your morning shift?" Shan Mingjie asked lazily.
"It's still early. It's already eight o'clock," Wei Zhen urged. "Get up quickly. I'll make you egg fried rice."
After breakfast, they went out for a walk. Just when they arrived at the gate of the community, a high-grade car parked opposite them.
