Xia Weibao, while asleep, was very peaceful, her head slightly tilted, with a few strands of soft hair hanging down, covering half of her face.
Lu Hualiang reached out and gently pushed her hair back behind her ear.
Revealing her delicate, fair little face.
She had just eaten a cake, and there were still crumbs at the corner of her mouth, which Lu Hualiang reached out to brush away.
The scent of orchids wafted over his fingers, causing his body to stiffen.
He found it hard to pull his hand away.
Looking at her rosy lips, shining like crystal, his throat felt tight.
His heartbeat quickened at that moment as his gaze locked onto her lips.
He slowly leaned down.
Xia Weibao was resting against his arm, so this movement inevitably pulled at his shoulder.
Xia Weibao's long eyelashes trembled lightly, as if she was about to wake up.
Lu Hualiang was startled and sat up straight.
As if the scene of him about to do something bad was just an illusion.
