On the warm, cozy bed.
Yin Qin had Luo Xiaolang rest her head on his arm.
This seemed to be the first time he looked at Luo Xiaolang so carefully from such close quarters.
If her body shape were ignored, she actually had quite delicate facial features. Neither her forehead was too large nor her nose too flat. Her eyes were only single-fold but by no means small. When he looked closer, her eyelashes were quite long. He vaguely remembered her eyes were very black, very clear, and very clean. Her lips were medium-sized and moderately coloured, and her chin was somehow pointed.
Overall, her facial features were not outstanding and did not hold any aggressiveness. At first glance, she seemed quite ordinary and still seemed ordinary after looking for a while. This ordinariness, however, inexplicably gave a sense of comfort. It was a unique feeling of being neither unpretty nor able to be called out for being plain.
