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 Liu Shuyao's delicate feet barely touched the ground, her knees resting on the edge of the bed, moving so lightly it was almost silent, like a cat's paw gliding over a pristine blanket.

Carefully, she crawled toward her boyfriend.

Her body seemed to meld into the darkness of the night, her curvaceous silhouette faintly illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Especially the tail behind her seemed to have a life of its own.

With each subtle movement of Liu Shuyao's waist, she advanced slowly, her body quivering enticingly.

Each tremble carried a hint of ambiguity.

The sliding door was slightly ajar, and the curtains fluttered in the sea breeze, as if intrigued by this intimate performance.

Liu Shuyao gently lifted her boyfriend's blanket and slipped inside.

Xiang Ran was deeply asleep, lost in a vivid dream.

In his dream, the school beauty felt

soft and so close that her enticing scent enveloped him like a wave, igniting an indescribable desire within Xiang Ran.

He frowned, feeling a strange

discomfort in his body. His blood surged, and he felt parched.

Suddenly, cool fingertips brushed against his collarbone, sending a jolt of electricity through his nerves. 

As those fingers wandered, the sensation was both cool and soft, spreading across every inch of his skin.

The touch felt so real that Xiang Ran

instinctively grasped the hand resting on his chest.

The coolness from his palm, soft and smooth, made him feel as if he had sunk into a gentle cloud.

The sensation was almost unbelievable.

Liu Shuyao, caught off guard by her boyfriend's movement, initially thought she had woken Xiang Ran.

Not daring to move again, she obediently lay beside him, took his hand, and placed it on her waist. She snuggled closer to him and soon drifted off to sleep.

Liu Shuyao only managed a few hours of sleep. Feeling a bit restless and uncomfortable, especially in the clothes that seemed to chafe, she flushed at the thought of it. As dawn broke, she quietly got up.

Xiang Ran was awakened by the alarm for the sunrise, feeling weak and disoriented, aware only that he had just experienced an indescribable dream.

Groggily, he glanced to his side, sensing something was off but unsure what it was. After a moment of confusion, he reached for his phone to turn off the alarm.

He took a moment to collect himself in bed, staring at his right hand. Was the touch from that dream really so vivid?

Not wanting to dwell on it, he quickly found some clothes and headed to wash up.

As he opened the sliding door, he saw Liu Shuyao on the balcony with a sketchpad, the page covered in dark scribbles that he couldn't quite decipher.

Their room had an excellent view, perfect for watching the sunrise.

"You’re up so early?" he asked, his voice still a bit hoarse from sleep.

"Mm. Did you sleep well, hubby?"

Liu Shuyao had changed into a bohemian floral dress and wore a pair of tassel earrings, exuding an artistic vibe as she held her paintbrush.

Xiang Ran felt embarrassed to admit he had dreamed of her all night, but with her so close, he felt he could almost see a different scenery through her dress, that familiar sensation washing over him again.

"I slept pretty well," he replied, then left to avoid overthinking, heading straight for the shower.

When he came out..

The doorbell rang.

Before Xiang Ran could ask who it was, Liu Shuyao put down her paintbrush and quickly ran to open the door.

"Good morning! Here’s your breakfast," the server said.

Xiang Ran followed her and took the variety of breakfast items from the cart, placing them on the living room table.

Curious, he glanced over the spread.

He noticed an assortment of foods: fresh fruits, sandwiches, dumplings, and various drinks, all combining Eastern and Western styles. "Are we going to finish all this?"

"It may look like a lot, but the portions are actually small," Liu Shuyao replied.

"The drinks and fruit can be saved for later."

She arranged the food from the tray, setting a cup of soy milk with a straw in front of Xiang Ran.

"What time is the sunrise?" she asked.

Checking his phone, Xiang Ran answered, "In about half an hour. If we eat quickly, we should finish just in time."

"Do you want to watch from the room or go to the beach?"

"Um..."

"Let’s stay in the room; the sketchpad is right here, and I want to capture it."

Xiang Ran had no objections.

The ocean looked mysterious and deep under the night’s cover, the gentle waves lapping at the shore, creating a melodic sound.

Suddenly, a hint of light blue appeared on the eastern horizon. The night’s darkness quietly retreated, making way for dawn. The stars faded, and the sky transformed into a gradient canvas of deep blue to lighter shades.

In this soft color palette, everything felt just right.

Worried Liu Shuyao might get cold, Xiang Ran went inside to grab one of his shirts and draped it over her shoulders.

As her brush glided softly across the canvas, Liu Shuyao sketched the outline where the sea met the sky. Her gaze darted between the canvas and the horizon, capturing every change.

As time passed, a faint orange light emerged in the light blue sky.

The rising sun, like a warm heart, gradually ascended. The orange glow spread, reflecting on the ocean's surface and turning the undulating waves into a golden hue.

Liu Shuyao’s brush became vibrant and colorful. She dipped it into orange paint, delicately adding touches along the sea’s edge, capturing the magical moment of night transitioning to dawn.

"What do you think the sunrise symbolizes?" Liu Shuyao suddenly turned to Xiang Ran, her eyes bright and cheerful.

"A good piece of art?" he suggested, unsure how to answer her philosophical question.

"It's you."

Xiang Ran felt a bit flustered. Was that a cheesy line? How was he supposed to respond?

Did it have a special meaning? Was she waiting for a particular answer?

Was it a hint?

He felt like his internal system was about to alert him again!

Were there any universal responses he could use?

Fortunately, Liu Shuyao didn’t mind his silence and continued speaking, her expression changing.

"I plan to use this piece for a competition. What do you think?"

"I think it holds a lot of meaning."

"Great! You can do whatever you want."

Xiang Ran nodded, unsure of what Liu Shuyao truly meant, but he guessed it was a way to commemorate their first sunrise together. After all, girls often valued such moments, right?

He watched as Liu Shuyao focused intently on her painting, the dawn colors on the canvas merging with the sunrise reflected in her eyes.

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