Fang Chixia had not arranged flowers in the room recently. She was stunned, her closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes suddenly opened.
What you see is a sea of roses.
The carpet in the whole room, the whole bed.
Densely packed, like petals scattered in every corner, the huge room seemed to be covered with a carpet of roses.
Fang Chixia's eyes froze as his eyes followed the room inch by inch.
The morning breeze blew in slowly, and the scent of roses seemed to be stronger in the room.
The roses all over the house and bed reflected the hazy morning light, as eye-catching as the snow-white waves swept by the sea breeze, spreading layer upon layer, filling the eyes with fragrance.
When I wake up, flowers are blooming everywhere.
Fang Chixia quietly stared at the roses in the room, then turned her gaze stiffly to the bathroom in the room.
There was the sound of water in the bathroom, and Luo Yibei obviously hadn't left yet.
The sound was not loud, but there was a splash, as if he was taking a morning bath.
After a minute or two, the sound of water slowly stopped.
Luo Yibei walked out of it wrapped in a bath towel. He wiped his wet hair casually with the towel in his hand. He looked to her side and caught a glimpse of her waking up. He said hello to her leisurely, "Good morning!"
A faint greeting, matched with his naturally magnetic voice, was gentle and gentle to the bones.
"Morning." Fang Chixia lifted the sheets and got out of bed, pulled him out of the bathroom, and walked in instead of him.
She stayed in there for a long time, changing clothes and washing up.
When I walked out, I was surprised to find that Luo Yibei was still there.
His tall body was leaning lazily on the sofa, as if he was waiting for her.
He caught a glimpse of her walking out and pointed to the position next to him. He asked her lightly, "Come here!"
Fang Chixia hesitated for a few seconds, then walked towards him in a few steps.
Just as they approached, Luo Yibei suddenly stretched out his long arms, pulled her into his arms, pushed her to sit on his lap, and casually took the clothes placed next to her.
A brand new dress, two-piece, bright lemon yellow, warm, fresh and energetic.
After taking the clothes and looking to her side, he raised his hand and lifted the sheets from her body.
His movements were not as rough as when he did those things every night, but like he was handling a favorite toy in his hand. His movements were very lazy, but inadvertently, they revealed a bit of gentleness.
"I can just do it myself!" Fang Chixia was a little uncomfortable and raised her arms to block her in front of her, but Luo Yibei grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.
"After six years of watching, what else haven't you seen?" The contemptuous tone was full of serious disdain for her behavior.
Fang Chixia's body stiffened in his arms, and her face froze slightly.
Luo Yibei didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he just said, and he still helped her change clothes skillfully.
His movements were as skillful as if he had done this many times before. He took the top, led her hand to put it on, and then the skirt.
This morning, all his movements were gentle.
It was so gentle that Fang Chixia was a little weird.
Luo Yibei completely ignored her look, helped her put on her clothes, tidied them up, and stared at her. He seemed satisfied, stood up and took her hand downstairs.
"What do you like for breakfast? Chinese food? Western food? Southeast Asia?" He came to the table, pulled out the chair for her, pushed her to sit down, and tapped his fingers.