The two of them embraced each other in sleep until the next morning when Xiaoxiao, still drowsy, opened her eyes and saw her husband's face up close and enlarged, gazing at her with those charming eyes.
She immediately closed her eyes again, pondering in her mind, 'What is my husband doing staring at me like this? I don't have any bad habits, do I? Like talking in my sleep, grinding my teeth, or snoring? Oh, please no.'
She opened her eyes again and saw that her husband was still staring at her. She smiled sheepishly and called out sweetly, "Husband."
"Wife, have you woken up?"
In fact, Yang Ming had been awake for a while now, but he just wanted to hold his wife and watch her sleep. This was, after all, the first time he could openly sleep with his wife in his arms without having to sneak away in the morning.
"What time is it now?" Xiaoxiao glanced outside and then asked.
"The hour of Si."
"What?"
