Let's Go Find Something Sweet
This year's Spring Festival came late; it was already late winter before New Year's Eve, and the biting cold had faded. But the warmth of a bed on a winter morning always held an irresistible allure for anyone lacking sleep.
The next morning at nine-thirty, just as Ji Shuhe groggily got out of bed, Wen Shaoyu was already punctually at her doorstep. As the actual homeowner, his fingerprint was registered in the door lock, but he obediently rang the doorbell and waited for Ji Shuhe to open the door.
So, having just finished washing up, she opened the door to find Wen Shaoyu standing neatly at the entrance, wearing a deep brown coat and beige high-neck sweater, with a pair of half-rim glasses. Ji Shuhe, still in her fleece pajamas with a few strands of hair sticking up, compared herself to this man who looked like he could pose for a magazine cover, and silently cursed his cunning.
At the same time, she was immensely grateful she had washed her hair last night.
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