The morning sunlight pierced through the curtains, faintly spilling into the room.

Zhou Zheng stretched lazily and got out of bed.

On the sofa beside the bed, Su Junwen was curled up, her long eyelashes still trembling slightly as if she was in a vigilant sleep. Zhou Zheng didn't know when she fell asleep last night, as he had already drifted off.

He sighed softly. Facing such a beauty, anyone who claimed not to be moved wasn't worthy of being called a man.