Wu Yao suddenly felt playful. He extended his long forefinger and poked her face, which was still tinted a rosy pink.
Bei Yiyi was in a deep sleep; she didn't react at all at first. Slowly, she furrowed her brows, then mumbled hazily with a couple of hums, clearly displeased at being disturbed from a good sleep. In the end, she buried her entire face into Wu Yao's chest, avoiding the unknown creature interrupting her slumber.
Those even, shallow breaths made their way into his skin, like feathers brushing back and forth across his heart.
Wu Yao's breathing suddenly became heavy.
He lowered his eyes to look at the woman deeply buried in his arms, his gaze growing more intense.
Only this woman before him had the ability to make him feel like a young lad, full of energy and tireless.
At that moment, the phone on the table rang; Rong Sheng had sent him a message. Informing him that he was already at the door.
