Zhou Run, Let Me Protect You

"Run'er, are you awake?" Lin Xuan's voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of fried eggs. Zhou Run rubbed his eyes, put on his slippers and walked to the kitchen door. He saw Lin Xuan frying eggs intently, and the firelight reflected on his face, which made him look particularly gentle. "Xuan, why did you get up so early?" Zhou Run leaned against the door frame, put his hands around Lin Xuan's waist, and asked softly.