Love At The Right Time (MTL)

18

The air in the morning is always fresher than at night, and there is less fatigue floating in the air.

Wen Qinghan pursed his lips in the dimness, and took a deep breath. There seemed to be some fragrance in the air that was not available in the past. She opened a gap in her eyes, and she saw Shi Qingqiu who looked across from her last night and gradually fell asleep.

The sun shines through the curtains, and the faint light illuminates Shi Qingqiu's soft face. The black curly hair is spread on the pillow and her shoulders, and the corners of her lips are curved, light but gentle.

"Dreaming? Is it a very beautiful dream..." Wen Qinghan murmured with a smile, reaching out and stopping on Shi Qingqiu's cheek.

She held her thin hands slightly, as if holding Shi Qingqiu's face, from Shi Qingqiu's ears to her chin, her hands were clearly empty, but she seemed to have touched Shi Qingqiu.

Be careful not to be alarmed.

The eyebrows of the person in front of him suddenly wrinkled, Wen Qinghan quickly retracted his hand and closed his eyes, constricting his smile. She felt Shi Qingqiu move, and a slight sigh came. She moved her hand in cooperation and slowly opened her eyes.

"Good morning, Qing Han." Shi Qingqiu greeted lazily, buried her face in the pillow again, holding the quilt in her hands and lifting it up, as if she wanted to continue sleeping.

"Good morning, I'll get up and call for breakfast. I'll call you later." Wen Qinghan's sleepiness faded slowly just now, and now she looks much more energetic than Shi Qingqiu.

When Qingqiu saw Qingqiu closed his eyes and let out an "um", Wen Qinghan gently lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. She went to the window and drew the curtains to let the light fill the room. She looked back at Shi Qingqiu while she was sleeping with her back to her, with a smile on her mouth.

Wen Qinghan first called and asked someone to bring breakfast to the room before going to wash and change clothes. When the waiter brought breakfast up, Qingqiu also consciously got out of bed. After washing, Wen Qinghan was already sitting and ready to eat breakfast. Sitting and waiting for Qingqiu.

The breakfast was Xiaolongbao with soy milk. Wen Qinghan remembered that Qingqiu had eaten it many times. She handed her chopsticks over and said, "Qingqiu, the Xiaolongbao in this shop is also recommended by others. You can try it. taste good or not."

The small but plump xiaolongbao was still steaming, and Shi Qingqiu took the chopsticks to pick one and put it in his mouth, biting the tender skin, and the fragrance of the meat instantly overflowed.

After eating one, she raised her eyebrows with a smile, and praised: "I feel like the one I usually eat has two flavors, but this one is also delicious."

The corner of Wen Qinghan's lips curled, and he put one in front of Shi Qingqiu, and said with a faint smile: "If you like it, eat more, and call if you don't have enough."

She lowered her head to take a sip of soy milk, and the sweetness spread from her mouth to her heart. I have wanted to be happy because of Shi Qingqiu's happiness countless times, even if I didn't choose myself, I also wanted to be happy for it. But only now did she understand that when Qingqiu's smile came up because of her, this kind of happiness was the purest.

Shi Qingqiu was eating while watching Wen Qinghan's graceful movements.

Wen Qinghan held a small steamed bun, bit by bit, and sipped soy milk from time to time. With his free hand, he went to the side to take a document, and slowly flipped the footer with his clean white fingers. Shi Qingqiu suddenly felt that when Wen Qinghan stayed with him, although he was not enthusiastic, he was more or less apathetic.