C131 Cold War

As the sun slowly rose, Yan Yiqing looked at Yung Mo, who was sleeping lazily on the bed, and felt a kind of indescribable sense of belonging in her heart. In fact, Yan Yiqing had had a family since she was young, and had been spoiled like a treasure by her parents for so many years.

"You're up?" Yan Yiqing was making breakfast in the kitchen