Weylin squirmed in his sleep. Unconsciously he put his palm next to him, feeling the space beside him. He frowned upon not finding the warm, slender body which he had been cuddling throughout the entire night. Being reluctant to open his eyes, he kept tracing the bed. Finally, he opened his eyes only to realize that he was the only person in the room. Scrubbing his face gently with both hands, he sat up.

“She could have woken me up,” He pouted, looking at the wrinkled sheets beside him. “Waking up alone feels lonely.” He put his palm on the area where his wife slept last night. “It’s cold. It looks like she woke up long ago.” He pouted even more, looking sad. “Tch…Such a cold-hearted wife I have. We cuddled all night and now she left me alone.”

Suddenly, a waft of mouthwatering aroma assaulted his nose. He sat erect like a puppy would sit upon hearing the word ‘treats’.

“Oh? She is in the kitchen, hm?” He smiled brightly like a child. “Let's freshen up first and then meet her downsta