The man's lips involuntarily curved slightly. He tread lightly toward the bedside, looking down at her from above. He saw that she had pulled the quilt high, almost completely covering her face.
Doesn't this feel suffocating?
The man reached out, pulling the quilt down a bit from her body. His gaze fell on her thin and pale cheeks in the next moment. Her breathing was even, seemingly asleep. Her dense eyelashes resembled two small brushes, often fluttering when she spoke, tickling one's heart, but at this moment, they were quiet.
Yixiu couldn't help but reach out, his long fingers gently stroking Lin Yixun's cheek, feeling as smooth and delicate as he had imagined. His fingers moved downward, finally arriving at her lips. Her lips were not as alluring as other women's, somewhat pale, but even so, they still made him bend down involuntarily.
Just as the man's lips were about to touch Lin Yixun's, her cheek suddenly turned to the side, leaving his cold kiss to fall on her cheek.
