Mid-November.

In the last month of autumn, the weather outside was still bitterly cold.

Unlike the dry cold of the north, the damp cold of the south makes it extremely easy to get rheumatism, especially after rainy days when the living room becomes inexplicably damp and humid.

Pushing open the window, a gust of cool wind swept in and hit Wenmo's face directly, instantly freezing his expression.

"It's so cold..."

He quickly closed the window again, hoping to breathe in some fresh morning air, but all he got was a sharp, piercing autumn wind.

6:30 a.m. is the usual wake-up time for students.

Having to get up early in the morning, Wen Mo clutched his chest, feeling somewhat unwell. Perhaps due to the weather, even his heart rate had slowed down considerably.

The room was fairly warm; I didn't open the window when I went to sleep last night, so the cold wind from outside didn't blow in.

The girl on the bed was still sleeping soundly, covered with a thick quilt. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, and her small mouth was slightly open, making a "gurgling" snoring sound.

She's kind of cute.

When Xia Lian's hair was undone, most of the bed was covered by her long hair, which was spread out on the bed board like tree roots.

"Sleeping so soundly." Wen Mo sat on the edge of the bed and poked her cheek with a playful touch. The skin was full of collagen and felt quite nice.

Although it always felt strange to sleep together every day, I got used to it after a while, especially in this freezing weather, it feels so comfortable to have someone lying next to me.

Lying there, she looked like a porcelain doll. Holding her in his arms felt so soft, as if he could easily break her with the slightest force. So when Wen Mo held Xia Lian, his movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

After a whole night, we didn't feel cold at all; it was so comfortable to snuggle together.

"Sleep a little longer..."

Wenmo whispered something in her ear, then got up and went to the living room.

We've added more fabric to Xiao Heizi's cat bed lately; we've used all the old clothes we don't want as cushions, and it's incredibly warm.

Cats are also creatures that love to sleep in. Compared to humans, they seem to be much freer, able to just lie there all day and get food.

At this moment, it was curled up in its nest, its body rising and falling with its breath. From a distance, it looked like a lump of coal because it was completely black.

Wen Mo reached out and patted Xiao Heizi's head. He had raised it for a month now, and compared to its previous skinny appearance, Xiao Heizi had gained a lot of weight.

Well... I wouldn't say I've gotten fat, I've just gained some weight, and I don't feel so skinny anymore when I touch me.

I casually stroked the cat's back a couple of times. As if awakened by the noise, Xiao Heizi raised its head in confusion and saw a tall figure squatting in front of it with a strange smile on its face.

Meow?

Little Blackie barked once, but ignored Wenmo's stroking and continued to curl up and sleep.

"You don't like me that much? I'm supposed to be the head of this household, you know." Wen Mo frowned slightly, feeling that this little brat was looking down on him.

But it's okay, if we stay a little longer, this kid will know who's the boss in this family.

Wenmo got up to get the cat food from the cabinet and poured a certain amount into the bowl. The little guy would eat by himself when he was hungry.

Since both cousins ​​have to go to school, they usually have to prepare cat food for Xiao Heizi very early in the morning so that it won't go hungry at home.

My cousin took in a little black cat out of kindness. As time went by, it gradually grew up, and its fur became much softer than before.

Moreover, a cat that is entirely black looks quite beautiful. Standing there, it looks like a little prince. It must be a noble cat.

Wenmo stared at it for a few seconds, then stroked its head again before getting up, stretching, and walking towards the kitchen.

He usually makes breakfast; he's a great family man.

Xia Lian always wanted to snatch Wen Mo's spatula, but Wen Mo refused no matter what, just so that this girl could sleep a little longer in the morning.

Let her experience the benefits of sleeping in late.

For example, Xia Lian is still lying in the quilt, breathing evenly.

Sometimes Wenmo wondered if he was spoiling her too much, but every time he saw the girl's satisfied expression as she relaxed, he felt that everything he had done was worthwhile.

Happiness is very simple; sleeping in a little longer in the morning is already a great happiness.

To ensure the girl gets good food, Wenmo always cooks different dishes and even follows a popular YouTuber to learn how to cook.

A warm breakfast is enough; something light and simple is best.

Century egg and lean pork congee – I just bought the ingredients last night, and I can use them this morning.

When the two bowls of steaming porridge were served, Wen Mo stirred them a couple of times, took a tissue to wipe his hands, and then tiptoed back to his room.

On the bed, the light breathing perfectly highlighted the girl's relaxed state. Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she were having a light sleep dream. Her soft lips were slightly parted, serene and beautiful.

"Get up."

Wenmo sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her cheek.

My hands are still warm from cooking.

As if sensing something, Xia Lian shook her head slightly, unconsciously bringing her face closer together and gently rubbing her hand against his.

The soft touch rubbed against his palm repeatedly, and Wenmo subconsciously swallowed, his heartbeat, which had been slow due to the cold, quickened once again.

About two minutes later, as if affected by her biological clock, the girl slowly sat up with her head drooping blankly. Her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her bangs were messy from sleeping.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Xia Lian lowered her small hands, her lifeless eyes surveying her surroundings before finally fixing on the bewildered man in front of her.

Good morning.

Wenmo forced a smile and reached out to help straighten the pajamas that had been lifted up.

Xia Lian blinked but didn't respond. She stared at him for a while, then tilted her head slightly and hugged him before Wen Mo could react.

"hug……"

A soft body pressed against his, Wenmo's breathing was a little rapid, but he tried his best to calm himself down.

The girl's voice carried a hint of coquetry, as if she had become accustomed to this kind of contact ever since her relationship with Wen Mo became extremely close.

After calming down for a moment, Wen Mo exhaled a breath of cool air and gently stroked Xia Lian's head. "Sweetie, we should go have breakfast."

The girl in his arms seemed not to hear him, only rubbing her face against Wen Mo's chest, her willow-like waist wrapped around his waist, her messy hair occasionally brushing against the tip of her nose.

It's a little itchy.

After a long while, the girl slightly raised her eyes, her innocent gaze fixed on the man in front of her.

"Sleep for another five minutes..."

Wen Mo's eyes flickered slightly. He was about to speak, but he didn't know how to answer. In the end, he could only hug her waist and smile helplessly.

"good."