In the early morning, Yanni was awakened by Keaton's kiss. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw him looking fresh and clean in a white tracksuit. Beads of sweat glistened on his brows. It seemed like he had been exercising in the home gym for quite some time.

Yanni couldn't help but think about how Keaton had been sweating profusely several times last night. Wasn't he tired?

The thought made Yanni blush. Keaton seemed to guess what she was thinking. He leaned against the headboard and smiled gently. He reached out to caress her alluring cheeks and murmured, “What made you think I had enough?”

Yanni dared not listen any further and feigned indifference. “I have to get up for work.”

As she began to sit up, Keaton gently pressed down her arms.

Keaton's grip wasn't strong. It was more imbued with affection. His gaze was deep and loving. “The snow hasn't stopped all night, and there's a layer of fresh snow outside. Do you want to take a day off?”

Yanni looked outside. The world