In the morning, Mu Liang woke up earlier. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the sleeping woman in his arms. He took off the soaked napkin that already dried. Mu Lan's eyes weren't as swollen as before. He sighed in relief. Afterwards, he stroked her head for a long time.
More than missing her body, he missed pampering her, loving her. To him, she was a ray of light that gave him a reason to live, a reason to go on living with full of happiness, this was something he never had before.
How could he treat her with coldness?
He deserved a beating.
While rubbing her head gently, he leaned down to kiss her lips. When his lips touched hers, her softness melted his heart and tickled his heart. His lips lingered on hers for a long time. He was unable to move away. If her eyelashes didn't flatter and didn't tickle his nose, he wouldn't move away.
