Feeling troubled, Maggie woke up early. The autumn morning was a bit chilly, but the quilt was warm and comfortable, with a hint of Dr. Luo’s fragrance lingering.
Maggie lifted the quilt a little, allowing Dr. Luo to breathe in some fresh air. She brushed Dr. Luo’s hair away from her face. The slight disturbance roused Dr. Luo, but she kept her eyes closed, wanting to stay in bed a little longer.
Since she had planned to bring breakfast to the boss, Maggie decided not to linger in bed any longer. She got up, dressed, and as Dr. Luo turned over to lie flat on her back, she murmured, “So early?”
Her voice was still thick with sleep, a bit languid. Maggie buttoned her shirt and glanced back at her. “I’m making some century egg and lean pork congee. You can take it to the boss later when yo
