When Mu Hui woke up, she found herself in a warm embrace.
She was stunned. There was a handsome face right in front of her.
Fu Siye was still sleeping. His curved and beautiful thin lips were pursed tightly, and a small row of fan-shaped shadows could be seen under his eyes.
She could feel his light breath on her face. A pleasant scent of cold wood lingered on his body. His eyelashes were long.
Mu Hui's heart skipped a beat, and her gaze stopped involuntarily on Fu Siye's thin lips.
A strange thought suddenly crossed her mind. Such lips should be very comfortable to kiss.
She was engrossed in her thoughts when suddenly she bumped into a pair of deep and dark eyes. They were like bottomless whirlpools. They were so mesmerizing that she was unable to extricate herself from them.
