Wen Yan spoke softly with sleepy tenderness, and Gong Xuan gently brushed her forehead: "Alright, you sleep first. I'll call you for dinner."
"Hmm." Wen Yan responded softly and then closed her eyes to continue sleeping.
Next to her, Gong Xuan pulled the sofa closer and picked up a book to flip through.
The sun outside was still blazing, and the wind rustled the leaves in the courtyard trees. Wen Yan hugged her pillow and fell deep asleep almost instantly, while Gong Xuan read his book, his gaze occasionally drifting to her face.
The faint sounds of activity from downstairs carried up, and Gong Xuan couldn't help but smile.
Leisure that was hard to come by—he was savoring it.
Around six in the evening, there was a call from downstairs for dinner. Gong Xuan leaned over Wen Yan and gently called her a few times: "Honey, wake up for dinner."
Gong Xuan called Wen Yan twice, and Wen Yan stretched lazily, opened her eyes, and woke up.
