Yun Si rested her arms on her chest and stared at the ceiling. She did not feel sleepy at all.
The lights outside the room had already turned off, and Mu Hanyan seemed to have fallen asleep.
Yun Si lay there quietly, turned over, and closed her eyes.
After a while, she suddenly sensed something and looked at the bedside table.
A light gold notebook appeared on the table out of nowhere.
The golden cover glowed faintly under the light as if it was enveloped by a layer of spiritual power. It was hazy and soft.
Yun Si originally wanted to throw it away, and she was speechless.
She couldn't get rid of this notebook.
It was even more clingy than her.
Unable to fall asleep, Yun Si turned over again. Her back was facing the notebook.
After midnight, Yun Si was in a daze. She closed her eyes as if she had returned to the peach forest.
Under the colorful light pink petals, a cool breeze blew over, and the petals on the tree fell to the ground.
A light pink flower petal swayed in the wind.
Finally, it stopped beside the pure white figure under the tree.
A man in a white robe was leaning against a tree for a nap.
His long black hair was scattered, like the distant green mountains, cold and beautiful.
The man's eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes did not move. He closed his eyes quietly as if he had fallen asleep.
His beautiful droopy fingers were still holding onto a dark yellow ancient book.
The dark yellow of the ancient book interweaved with his pure white fingertips. It was like a pleasing oil painting, and every inch was perfect.
The peach forest was quiet, with only the sound of the gentle breeze and the falling petals.
It was a quiet afternoon.
Everything followed the gentle young master's nap and gradually entered the dream.
Only the soft sound of the bell could be heard, crisp and pleasant.
The long eyelashes of the man napping under the tree trembled slightly.
Then, there was no sound.
In the peach forest, the little girl in red, who was holding the little bell on her ankle, was like a thief as she approached little by little.
She didn't dare to make too big of a move.
Because if she moved too much, the bell on her ankle would ring, waking up the man who was taking a nap.
The little girl clutched the bell as she slowly approached.
Her bright peach blossom eyes stared at the person under the tree. She was happy, and her gaze was passionate.
After a long while, the little girl's red dress touched the man's white clothes.
The little girl looked around, reached out, and gently grabbed the man's hand, holding it.
She felt particularly guilty and looked at the man who was closing his eyes. Seeing that he didn't react, she was relieved.
There was no one around.
The surroundings were completely silent.
The little girl looked at the sleeping man, her bright eyes turning, and she seemed to have lustful thoughts again.
She slowly approached him.
Her little face leaned over, and her heart was beating faster and faster as if it was going to jump out the next second.
The man's handsome face was close to hers.
Her thin and soft lips were like flower petals, full of color.
Her light breathing was very calm, and her breath was warm. Her breath was clean and gentle.
The little girl swallowed her saliva and slowly moved closer.
When she kissed the man, her face was red, and her heart was beating extremely fast.
She grabbed his hand and tightened her grip, trembling slightly.
Her lips were kissing him gently, with a bit of nervousness and shyness.
The man still had his eyes closed and did not move.
It was quiet and beautiful.
After an unknown period, the little girl finished kissing him.
She seemed satisfied and gave him a light kiss on the corner of his lips.