At this moment, the sleeping man seemed less indifferent. Below his tall and straight nose were a pair of shapely, thin lips. When awake, Robert would often press them together. His lips were very attractive, slightly thin on the upper, with beautiful lines in the middle. She had always liked their taste, a faint trace of tobacco entwined, neither dull nor overpowering, as warm as sunlight in winter.
Watching the sleeping Robert, his seriousness and wicked aura seemed to fade away, and at this moment, he appeared like a child.
Emma gently removed Robert's arm from her waist and slowly got up. As her toes touched the floor, she suddenly felt weak and collapsed.
Emma sighed softly and reflexively glanced back at Robert on the bed. Luckily, he only turned over and didn't wake up.
Emma leaned on the edge of the bed, slowly stood up, clutched her robe, and moved at a snail's pace towards the bathroom.
