In the early morning, the alarm clock sounded, chiming twice before Mu Qian stretched out his hand and turned it off.
Wen Jiaren lifted her head from Mu Qian's chest, gave him a bewildered glance, and then nestled back down.
"You're drooling."
Mu Qian reached his hand into her short hair and ruffled it.
Immediately, Wen Jiaren raised her head, calmly wiped the corner of her mouth, and lay back down. "Let me sleep a little longer."
Mu Qian reminded her, "If we sleep any longer, Xiao'er will be the one sleeping, and we haven't even dressed."
"It's all your fault anyway."
Wen Jiaren once again lifted her head, glared at Mu Qian, and slipped under the covers to get dressed.
Meanwhile, Mu Qian, wearing only shorts, moved on to the bathroom. By the time Wen Jiaren had freshened up and come out, Mu Qian was already dressed and standing by the bed watching her. She touched her face, "What's the matter?"
There was nothing on her face. Why was he looking at her like that?
