The waning moon was already creeping out of the sky and dawn was not far off. The many voiced gathering tweets of the birds were waking up in the front garden.
Suddenly Emika fell something moist and soft on her cheek and trailing against the skin along her neck. She then felt the faint breath which still held the fragrance of wine into each one of his exquisite kisses.
A thought suddenly struck her brain as she flung her eyes wide open—she was actually dreaming!
Was it a dream?
Her face blushed deeply. She was nestled in Taizong's arms and felt the warmth of his chest at her back. His breathing had become slightly heavier, his breath falling in little ticklish puffs behind her ear. Suddenly she went stiff and pulled the blanket over her chest.
A long time later, Taizong gradually opened his eyes. He wore a haughty and annoyed expression on his face as he brushed away her perfumed hair from his face and unwound his arms around her body.
