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She never expected that on this day, she would be nestled against him like a little cat. From her slightly parted lips, a hint of purity peeked through, and her long eyelashes brushed against Qi Chong's heart. His heart felt like a pool of water, and a wave of sourness surged in his chest.
Qi Chong gazed at her intently, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, until she finally woke up.
The process of the girl waking up was quite a spectacle. She first let out a soft sound, nuzzling her face into Qi Chong's strong arm a few times in a playful manner. Her curled legs suddenly stretched out straight, and she twisted her body slightly.
Yu Chunmiao licked her dry lips, smacked them together a few times, yawned widely, and then finally opened her eyes.
Qi Chong watched the entire process unfold; he thought Yu Chunmiao resembled a lazy cat, reluctant to get up. She was both adorable and genuine.
Yu Chunmiao sat up, her eyes still squinting. She rubbed her tousled hair and reached out to touch Qi Chong's forehead.
Seeing her dazed expression, Qi Chong wondered if she even realized what she was doing. He heard her mumble to herself, "It doesn't seem hot anymore."
Her voice in the morning sounded bubbly, and as Qi Chong observed her half-awake state, he felt an urge to pull her close and let her continue sleeping.
Yu Chunmiao sat there lazily; she was notorious for having difficulty getting out of bed, often battling with herself every morning.
Should she get up or continue sleeping? That was the question. Each time she managed to get out of bed successfully, she felt proud of herself, but today seemed different. After all, she had been waking up intermittently last night to check Qi Chong's temperature and had hardly slept at all.
Her mind was foggy; she didn't even realize it was already bright outside. She thought it was just another instance of checking his temperature at night. Her eyelids felt heavy as if weighed down by lead, and her head drooped involuntarily.
Before long, she tilted over again and nearly rolled off the bed. The space left for her on the bed was already limited, and just as it seemed she would tumble to the floor, Qi Chong's long arm reached out and caught her securely—she didn’t even wake up.
Yu Chunmiao fell into his embrace effortlessly, resting on his arm while one hand lay across his chest as she found a comfortable position and drifted back to sleep.
Qi Chong's throat moved involuntarily as he felt the warmth of the girl pressed against him. He could sense the contours of her body with every breath she took. A sensation he had never experienced before spread through him like electricity with each heartbeat. Gradually, his breathing became less steady under the weight of this new feeling.
As Yu Chunmiao nestled deeper into his arms, that tingling sensation intensified, even overshadowing the pain in his injured leg.
Qi Rong rubbed his eyes as he entered the kitchen; their mother had already prepared breakfast.
"Mom, I’ll call my sister-in-law for breakfast."
Chen Ruolan pulled her son close and whispered, "Your sister-in-law was exhausted taking care of your brother last night and is still asleep. I've prepared the food; she will eat when she wakes up. Today, your mother will go up the mountain with you, so keep your voice down."
Qi Rong obediently finished his meal and, mimicking his brother, wrapped his mother's right hand and pant leg around himself before heading up the mountain with a basket on his back.
In Qi Chong's arms, the little cat was anything but still. Her bottom hung off the edge of the bed, and the insecurity of sleeping with part of her body exposed made her burrow closer into Qi Chong's embrace. She tightened her grip around him.
Qi Chong felt a whirlwind of emotions, both mentally and physically, especially physically. He dared not look at Yu Chunmiao beside him, slowly shifting inward from his waist.
But it seemed Yu Chunmiao was unwilling to let him go; whenever he moved a bit, she would inch closer. In her dreams, Qi Chong's embrace felt like a warm fire in winter, drawing her in unconsciously. Eventually, Qi Chong found himself pushed to the very edge of the bed.
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