Since the day she knew about Jiang Xuecheng's dark childhood days, Su Wan thought this man's cold appearance was merely a façade and he could be more vulnerable than others within.
Su Wan's slender fingers skimmed over Jiang Xuecheng's brows and gently swept upward, trying to soothe the crisps between his brows.
She hadn't expected her wrist to be caught not long after touching Jiang Xuecheng's forehead.
Su Wan was stupefied. The person sleeping had awoken and was staring at her.
Usually, one who has just woken up would have hazy and blur eyes, but it was weird that Jiang Xuecheng's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring at his prey quickly and accurately.
Had he been pretending to sleep earlier to test her response?
Being stared at, Su Wan didn't know why but she felt guilty. She didn't have time to think. Her face was slightly warm and she drew her hand away from Jiang Xuecheng.
