The morning light was just beginning to break, and the light penetrated the misty curtains, leaving a golden edge on Xie Yun's angular and angular outline. He leaned against the pillow with one hand supporting his head, his eyes falling on the face of the girl who was still sleeping beside him.

The sunlight cast fine shadows under his eyelashes, and his eyes, which were usually as sharp as a hawk, became gentle at this moment.

There is a hint of ambiguous emotion flowing in his eyes.

The girl's jade-like skin, caressed by the sun, shimmered with a faint light like gold powder, delicate and translucent. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, just like peach blossoms blooming in spring, delicate and charming.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zheng Wanqing’s eyelids were like two light butterfly wings. They trembled slightly for a few times, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

The mist in her sleepy eyes instantly met the dark and deep look of Xie Yun, which startled her awake instantly.

The two of them just stared at each other quietly and silently, and the air seemed to be filled with a subtle and ambiguous atmosphere.

In the end, Zheng Wanqing was the first to give in. She turned her head slightly and retracted her gaze, and her fair ears were quietly stained with a faint blush.

She coughed lightly, breaking the silent atmosphere, her voice still carrying the softness and laziness of just waking up: "What time is it?"

The sound was like the paw of a precious and clingy ragdoll cat, gently scratching Xie Yun's chest.

"Ten o'clock."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Wanqing gently propped herself up, and the silk quilt, which was as thin as clouds, slowly slid down along her graceful body, revealing half of her arms, which were as white and delicate as lotus roots.

She raised her eyes to look at Xie Yun, with a hint of ridicule in her eyes and a slight upward curve in the corners of her lips: "How can a dignified governor be so idle?"

Xie Yun couldn't help but chuckle, and the laughter sounded like the hum of a cello, mellow and pleasant. His Adam's apple rolled up and down at the collar with two buttons open as he laughed, revealing a different kind of sexiness.

"I was planning to do it," he approached Zheng Wanqing with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "but I saw someone holding the corner of my clothes in his dream." His breath brushed gently against her ears, causing her to shrink her neck slightly.

After saying that, he slowly stood up. His tall figure was outlined perfectly in the sunlight.

The straight white shirt was tucked into the neatly ironed trousers, outlining his slender yet strong waist. His sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing his strong and smoothly curved forearms. The muscle lines were faintly visible, demonstrating a restrained sense of power.

At this moment, he was completely different from the lazy and leisurely look he had last night in his bathrobe.

"Let's wash up," Xie Yun adjusted his sleeves and turned to look at Zheng Wanqing, "It's not good to let the young lady go hungry."

Zheng Wanqing snorted lightly, but said no more. She got up and went to the bathroom.

When she finished washing up and came out in a light blue cheongsam dress, Xie Yun was standing in front of the window, flipping through a book in his hand.

Hearing the sound, he turned to look at Zheng Wanqing, his eyes brightened slightly.

This cheongsam dress is well-cut and perfectly outlines her body curves. The light blue satin fabric is embroidered with delicate white flowers, which is fresh and elegant.

The buttons at the neckline were hand-woven into a butterfly shape, lifelike, as if it would flap its wings and fly away in the next second. The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, like a blooming blue flower.

"So beautiful." Xie Yun's gaze moved away from the book and fell on Zheng Wanqing. An imperceptible admiration flashed in his eyes, and he exclaimed sincerely.

He gently put down the book in his hand with slow movements, as if afraid to disturb the atmosphere at the moment, and then walked to her side with steady steps.

"Come downstairs to the dining room. I have asked Uncle Zhou to prepare some food." The voice was low and gentle.

Zheng Wanqing nodded slightly, her movements gentle and graceful, with a hint of distance in her expression.

She walked side by side with Xie Yun, and the sound of her footsteps echoed softly on the floor of the corridor. There seemed to be an invisible film between the two of them. Although they were very close, there was a subtle sense of distance.

The dining table was already filled with a variety of exquisite breakfasts. The silverware shone softly in the morning light, and the food on the porcelain plates looked like carefully crafted works of art, exuding an alluring aroma.