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On New Year's Day 2011, Amelia Cobb was on vacation at home.

In the morning, with the heating turned up high in the room, she was curled up in bed like a little kitten, wrapped in a quilt and wearing a silk robe.

Her faint breaths rose and fell.

Christopher Robinson stood on the bed looking at her, unable to resist taking out his phone for a picture before leaning down to give her a kiss.

His rough fingertips brushed against Amelia's cheek, making her shiver. With half-closed eyes, she looked at him groggily, "What time is it?"

"Six-thirty," Christopher replied softly.

"I'm on vacation today, President Robinson," Amelia grumbled impatiently.

Waking up early on the first day of the new year's vacation would be disrespectful to the vacation.

She wasn't the type to enjoy sleeping in, but an occasional one could add to her sense of happiness in life.

The man chuckled low, with a touch of indulgence in his voice, "You sleep!"