The bridge of Xia Ye's nose was high and straight, and the curve of his profile was perfect.
Sometimes Lu Yinxing also realized that she seemed to be a face admirer of Xia Ye.
Sometimes it felt like Xia Ye was a work of art, such a face that never grew tiring to look at.
Lu Yinxing was completely entranced.
Suddenly, Xia Ye's eyes opened.
Yet Xia Ye's eyes didn't appear drowsy.
They were like a deep pool, unfathomable and wide awake.
Lu Yinxing was startled.
Her whole body felt as if it had been scalded by boiling water, bouncing back like a startled rabbit.
But then she bumped into the lamp by her side.
Her hands reaching out in an attempt to steady herself, she lost her balance.
She fell straight onto the bed.
That's right.
She pressed down heavily like Mount Tai on Xia Ye.
Still clutching the lamp in her hands.
Turning her head, she found herself face to face with Xia Ye's cool eyes.
Lu Yinxing froze.
For a moment, she couldn't react.
