Yiyi suddenly felt a bit anxious, unable to make sense of things.
She trotted over lightly, drew the curtains, and opened the window, letting the room fill with sunlight, which finally dispelled the strange feeling.
Turning around, she saw Ling Kong still lying in bed, covered with a thick blanket, quietly sleeping. In the sunlight, his peaceful sleeping face had an angelic purity, so handsome, with long, curly black eyelashes, a nose as tall and straight as a mountain, features as finely carved as jade, and lips as thin and cold as flower petals, like morning dew on grass.
The little girl held her breath and stared, supporting her chin, gawking at the sleeping Ling Kong with infatuated wide eyes.
Hmm, so handsome... She blushed shyly, giggling quietly. Brother Ling Kong is so handsome; every feature is so good-looking, like the most perfect character drawn by an artist.
