Mo Jingshen.
Mo Jingshen.
As she repeated his name in her heart, Ji Nuan bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the bruise on his brow bone. She kissed his eyes and his tall and sharp nose, before finally kissing his pale lips.
However, she did not dare to press too heavily and moved to stand up after gently touching his lips.
However, right before she could back away, the man slowly opened his eyes. As their lips were separated by several inches, his thin lips curved up. "Being kissed awake by you early in the morning, is this my reward for returning home peacefully with all my limbs intact?"
The man's voice was husky, low, and unhurried. However, each word felt like a knock against her heart.
Ji Nuan appeared embarrassed but did not move away. She watched the man's face, staring at his drowsy pupils that seemed like an ocean of ink: "When did you wake up?"
Mo Jingshen watched her, chuckling softly. "Just now."
