The woman on the bed sleeps peacefully, her long eyelashes casting a shadow.
Her skin is soft as silk, quiet like a sleeping baby.
Her breathing is shallow.
Lu Hualiang feels his throat tighten as he watches, akin to a petty thief stealing beauty.
It's his first time doing such a thing, and he's so nervous his breathing has lessened significantly.
Afraid to startle the familiar person, he gently lifts the hem of his robe to the side and sits lightly by the bed.
He stared at her profile for a good while before slowly leaning down and leaving a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, he touches and retreats.
But before he could pull away, the familiar person suddenly opened her eyes.
Their gaze was sharp, with a murderous intent.
With a crisp 'slap,' a hand landed directly on Lu Hualiang's face.
Directly stunning the monarch of a nation.
His eyes widen in disbelief.
"You hit..." me?
