A young girl was leaning against the headboard of the bed.
She was asleep, her head slightly tilted to one side.
Her high ponytail was somewhat disheveled, and stray strands of hair had fallen down, covering half of her face.
Her exquisitely perfect features could be barely discerned.
Her facial lines were soft and smooth, as if they were a piece of art meticulously sculpted by God.
She seemed like a stunning beauty who had stepped out of a painting.
So, everything last night wasn't a dream!
He had really encountered an angel, and she had saved him!
Fang Lilin was somewhat spellbound.
This was the first time he had looked at a woman from such a close distance.
Her cherry-like lips were slightly open, with faint breaths emanating from within, serene and tranquil.
Fang Lilin was somewhat spellbound until Xia Weibao shivered and hugged her arms tightly around herself.
He then noticed that she was wearing only a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.
Damn it!
