Huo Junhan walked to the bed and stood still. He looked at Shen Yaowei's fair and tender face and reached out to touch her cheek.
The soft and warm touch made Huo Junhan's lips curl up.
His smile was fleeting, and even he didn't notice it.
"Oh, Junhan…" Shen Yaowei muttered in her sleep. She reached out and grabbed Huo Junhan's hand.
"Hehe, Junhan is mine." Shen Yaowei didn't even open her eyes. She laughed foolishly in her sleep and hugged Huo Junhan like a kitten hugging its beloved dried fish.
The soft voice kept echoing in Huo Junhan's ears. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but he didn't retract his arm. He sat motionless in front of the bed and looked down on Shen Yaowei's face until his gaze landed on her open collar.
Under the collar was fair and tender skin, like fine white jade with a faint luster. It was better to touch than to touch her face.
Huo Junhan's eyes gradually darkened before he reached out.
