In spring mornings, the sun is always particularly bright. When the first ray of sunshine in the evening spring shines into the room, a warm and moist feeling also comes to your face. Yun Yamu, wearing silk pajamas, got up from the bed in a daze.

She usually gets up early, but this habit is limited to sleeping on the Simmons bed in her home. When she sleeps here, Yun Yamu has no way to wake up in time. She is the kind of woman who is very fond of bed and a supporter of alone sleep.

30-year-old Yun Yamu has not had a boyfriend recently, so she doesn't care, because with her own abilities, she can earn a lot of money and not be subject to restrictions. This is Yun Yamu's favorite life.

Since childhood, her parents who have been striving for excellence in life have given her too many restrictions. Every move, every habit, and even every small thing has many requirements for every meal and toilet. Yun Yamu has long been bored.

Now that she has grown up, she can bring a superior life to her parents, and she can also be a human being in front of her relatives. She is a kind of nimble younger generation, so her parents have nothing to complain about, and Yun Yamu finally ushered in the life she yearned for.

In this state, she hopes to maintain until her head is covered in white hair. Yun Yamu never thought that her life would stop before the age of 50. "How could this happen?" Every time an ominous sign of life surged in her mind, Yun Yamu would laugh at herself like this, and then put these so-called random thoughts behind her.

After finally supporting his body from the bed, Yun Yamu, who had short hair, glanced at the phone placed on the bedside table. At 6:40 in the morning, I didn’t sleep well last night and was always dreaming.

Yun Yamu used her hands to lift the hair on her cheeks. She especially liked orange, so she dyed a few strands of golden hair on both sides of her cheeks, and combined with her standard melon-shaped face and big eyes. At a rough look, she looked like a character in the game.

However, if you look closely, Yun Yamu's skin looks a little rough and there are many small spots around her nose, which will immediately destroy the first impression.

When his body sat at the head of the bed, Yun Yamu took out a white cigarette from the makeup bag placed next to his phone. It was a cigarette without a filter. It was white all over and looked like a high-end brand.

Yun Yamu likes to smoke and drink espresso, but she is not obsessed with it. She maintains this habit completely to have a clear mind at all times. Because Yun Yamu is a novel critic, famous for her sharp words.

Because of this profession, she gained reputation and money, but also attracted many enemies. She often argued with some authors in newspapers and magazines. For this reason, Yun Yamu even received threatening letters, but with her personality, she would never be afraid.

When she was in the university literature club, she was a strong existence. After three years in college, she served as the president of the literature club and the editor-in-chief of the school newspapers. No articles and novels that could not be seen by her have been published in the school newspapers.

Until now, Yun Yamu has not changed this state of life. He will say a few words when he sees what he doesn't like.

Putting the lit cigarette close to his somewhat swollen lips, Yun Yamu took a few deep breaths, and then slowly overflowed from his nose and merged into the air. Immediately, a faint smell of smoke appeared in the room, and Yun Yamu's eyes narrowed.

That feeling was so wonderful. No matter how much the price it cost, she had to maintain this feeling. This is Yun Yamu's only wish now.

Five or six minutes later, Yun Yamu walked back to the bedside table. She started changing clothes and preparing to wash and put on makeup. Although the villa here was dilapidated, the conditions in the room were still good. Not only were the furniture and appliances complete, but the room also had a bathroom and a shower, which was quite comfortable.

However, when the maids here check in, they do not care about the hygiene of the room, and they clean the guests' rooms themselves. This seems to have become an unwritten rule in Kashinfu Villa.

‘Anyway, there are only a few of us coming every year. They have to be busy all year round and only have a few days free time.’ Yun Yamu thought, at this time, she had already put on a little black dress.

The wide black belt showed Yun Yamu's good figure. The sides of her shoulders were slightly bulging like a princess skirt, and some beautiful folds were made. Below the folds were accompanied by a black sleeve that was close to her arms, almost a little above Yun Yamu's wrist.

Below the black belt is a layered black ruffled skirt with at least three layers, which looks like a ballet dress, and the longest place is to Yun Yamu's knee.

There is a pair of thin dark gray leggings underneath, which makes the novel critic's legs look very slender. This dress is quite beautiful even with disposable slippers on its feet. The main disposable slippers are white and do not conflict with the color of the clothes.

As for hair, Yun Yamu didn't like to take care of it too rigorously. She felt that the mess was more beautiful. After decorating an orange butterfly pin on the chest of the little black skirt, Yun Yamu picked up her cell phone and makeup bag and walked into the bathroom.
Chapter completed!