Ding dong, ding dong… ” the mobile phone ringing from under the pillow woke them up.

“What’s the time, honey?” she turned her head to the still dark window, lifting her head from his warm strong arm to the pillow.

“It’s time for me to get up and prepare breakfast for our daughter in weekdays.” He pulled out his dead arm and kneaded it with the other hand.

“Oh,” she reached to rub his arm for him, “do you have to be up and about so early every day? I think it will only take you about te

“I’ll be leaving at about 10:30.” said he. The bright sunshine added a circle of gold to his hair. Standing beside the bed, the big shadow of his tall, muscular body spread over her.

“No, not 10:30, 11:00 please,” she pleaded in her low, soft voice, looking up at him with all her heart written on her face. he looked like a shining knight in his sports wear. She was sitting on the bed with a thick warm quilt around her。

“Honey, you know I have business at hand. Besides, what does 30 more mi