EARLY MORNING
Lisa woke up from a deep sleep naturally. He got out of bed, pulled open the french windows and stepped out into the lovely morning sunlight. As it was still early, the district was very quiet. A thin layer of mist hung in the air, causing the air in the early morning to feel very fresh.
Lisa could not resist taking a deep breath. His entire self felt refreshed and relaxed. He had a really comfortable sleep.
Previously, he frequently heard others remarking that the early morning was the most wonderful time of the entire day-to be able to see the rose-tinted skies at sunrise, feel the dewdrops and breathe in the freshest air of the day. But in actual fact, those were just nonsense and not at all important.
People only thought those things were good as they all had a good sleep the night before. As a veteran insomniac, he had never felt that these things were of any good before he met Irene. In fact, he felt that the first rays of sunlight in the early morning were piercing to his eyes.
Lisa stretched himself, feeling energized. He could not bear to leave the balcony and decided to laze there for about 10 more minutes before he turned back to freshen up in the bathroom.
After freshening up, Lisa brought the trash, which he had sorted, downstairs to throw into the rubbish bin. Afterwards, he went out of the district to buy breakfast. As he had woken up early, he unwittingly walked further than usual and headed towards a very famous breakfast shop to buy 2 bowls of their wontons.
The shop's wonton dish was very popular and there would always be many people queuing up for it every morning. Unlike Irene, he would not stand in a queue for 2 hours just for food. As such, he had never bought this shop's wontons for her before. However, since he had a very good rest yesterday's night, he decided to get some wontons as a return gift for her.
It was already 8:10am by the time he finished queuing up and bought the wontons. He rushed back home in a hurry. When he returned home, he was surprised to find a cup of milk tea right outside the front door.
"Was this bought yesterday night?" Lisa furrowed his brows as he glanced at the delivery slip on the milk tea. "She actually ordered milk tea when it was already 11pm?"
Lisa brought the cup of milk tea into the apartment. He then placed the breakfast on the table. However, after he was done, he realized that Irene had not woken up yet. He deliberated for a moment before walking over to her room to knock on her door.
"Irene?" Lisa shouted for her twice before hearing some noises coming from within. After a while, her room door opened from within and he saw her appear at the room entrance with bed hair and drowsy eyes.
"Morning, my dearest husband." She let out a yawn. Her loose pyjamas slipped down to her arms after a night of sleep, revealing the entirety of her shoulders along with a view of her faintly discernible cleavage.
As if he was scalded by something, he swiftly moved his line of sight elsewhere. "Come and eat breakfast after washing up."
"Okay." She replied in a daze. Her entire demeanour screamed of a sleepwalker as she headed to the bathroom in a muddled manner.
Lisa let out a big sigh of relief after he heard the bathroom's door closing shut before twisting his head back. The image of her faintly visible cleavage still hung in his thoughts, and....
"Morning."
A sudden voice broke off the wild and fantastical thoughts in his mind. He lowered his head to look towards the source of the voice and noticed a palm-sized mini doll standing at the door weakly waving at him.

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The Witch (Lisrene)
ParanormalWu Irene was the last in line of the Witch Clan. When she was 2 years old, her master found her a fiancé. When she was 18 years old, she felt that it was time to meet with this fiancé. And so, she carried her school bag and took the train into the c...