雯灵每天早上醒来，第一件事就是看阿哲睡相。今儿这小子，也不知道怎么了，四仰八叉地摊在床上，眉头蹬得老高，嘴角还挂着一丝口水，活像个刚被扔进水里的蛤蟆。

雯灵噗嗤一声笑了出来，伸手在他肚子上戳了戳。“喂，阿哲，醒醒，太阳都晒屁股了。”

阿哲迷迷糊糊地应了一声，然后猛地坐起来，脑袋差点撞到天花板。他揉了揉眼睛，看着雯灵，含糊不清地说：“早安，我的……我的女王陛下。”

雯灵嗔怪地瞪了他一眼，心里却甜丝丝的。“你好吵，一大早的。”她说着，翻了个身，背对着阿哲。

阿哲只好爬下床，走过去，从后面轻轻抱住她。雯灵闻到他身上淡淡的洗衣液香味，挺舒服的。她靠在他的胸口，能清晰地感受到他有力的心跳。

“今天忙不忙？”雯灵问。

“还行，就加班了俩钟头。”阿哲答道，“你呢？”

“我啊，刚熬完夜，改了半宿的稿子。”雯灵轻描淡写地说，其实她昨晚为了赶上截稿日期，是真的没合眼。

阿哲搂紧了她，低声说：“辛苦了。晚上我给你炖汤，补补。”

雯灵转过身，看着阿哲的眼睛，笑着说：“就你会贫嘴。”

Breakfast was a lively affair, with banter and laughter filling the small kitchen. They ate quickly, then stood by the window, watching the sunrise.

“今天天气不错啊。”阿哲感慨道。

“嗯，挺暖和的。”雯灵应着，心里却想着下午要和编辑约稿的事情。

After breakfast, they went their separate ways. Arzhe went to work, while Wenling headed to the library to meet with her editor. The day was packed with meetings and deadlines, but Wenling found solace in the fact that she and Arzhe had a plan for dinner together.