As dinner was about to be ready, Lin Chu went to get Yan Ningbai and later Yan Beicheng from his room. She was stunned upon opening the door.
Yan Beicheng had fallen asleep and was lying quietly on his bed. It looked like he was in a deep sleep.
He must have been fiddling with his phone before he slept, it was still in his left palm. His left hand laid lazily across the bed as his five long fingers were in a slightly curved, relaxed mode. His other hand was on the blanket right above his abdomen and his head was a little slanted to the side. He looked especially good while quietly deep in sleep.
Lin Chu's heart gave a sudden beat and she walked towards the bedside. She could see the faint shadows of his long, curly eyelashes created from the red beams of sunset shining into his room, looking like miniature fans on his face.
