After they had walked quite a long way, Yin Muchen felt something smooth and soft on his neck. He looked sideways and saw that the girl in his arms had fallen asleep.
Because he was carrying her vertically, once she fell asleep, her entire body started slipping down. In her sleep, she also felt it. Her small hands held him tightly and buried her small head deep in his neck.
Yin Muchen was uncomfortable. She buried herself in his neck, causing her warm breath to heat up his skin. Even if he didn't smell it, he knew that her breath was sweet and fragrant. Her little face was still rubbing against his neck, smooth as silk.
His skin prickled with goosebumps.
"Shuiling..." He opened his mouth to call her and realized that his voice was hoarse. He wanted to carry her horizontally.
