…he probably hadn't changed the way he looked at her yet.
The more Ye Qianqian thought about it, the more awake she became.
When she realized that there wasn't any movement behind her even after a long while, she slowly, imperceptibly, turned her body around…
Shen Zhilie behaved with much caution, and he was curled up in a corner, not occupying an inch more that he needed to.
The distance between the both of them was wide enough to accommodate a pillow. At that moment, Shen Zhilie's breathing was even—evidence that he had fallen asleep.
Ye Qianqian relaxed and closed her eyes. She fell asleep very quickly.
Just as Shen Zhilie perceived that she had fallen asleep, he opened his eyes again, and slowly inched his way nearer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder in an embrace.
He fell into a dreamless sleep.
Venice was six hours behind China, and Ye Qianqian woke up automatically while the sky was still dark.
