After the lights went off and Pei Zhen had fallen asleep, Fu Sichen, who looked liked he was sleeping, opened his eyes again.
Stretching out his long arm, he pulled Pei Zhen into his embrace. After enduring, for what seemed like forever, he was like a possessed man. Lowering his head, he kissed Pei Zhen.
He kissed him from his pretty brows to his soft lips.
Then it got addictive, to the point that Pei Zhen expressed annoyance in his dream state. Only then did Fu Sichen let go of him.
It was a dreamless night, a rare opportunity for a peaceful and secure rest. Being awake again, Fu Sichen felt a hand placed around his waist, and his head moved downwards gently.
Nose pressed against someone's chest, he was almost unable to breathe.
Fu Sichen almost choked out of his sleep.
He opened his eyes and lifted his head, looking into Pei Zhen's eyes.
