Gong Yeyan's ink-dark eyes were closed, yet his senses were sharper than usual.
The girl's body scent, as well as the faint fragrance on the pillow and thin quilt.
It hovered barely perceptibly at the tip of his nose, tantalizingly sweet and seductive without reason.
Gong Yeyan closed his eyes tighter.
A slight restlessness arose deep within him.
How could he possibly fall asleep?
Suddenly, a very faint but real rustle sounded near his ear.
Rustling.
Gong Yeyan's ink-black brows imperceptibly furrowed.
Then, an uncontrollable thought popped into his mind—
She's coming over.
As this thought infiltrated his brain, the man's thin lips, tinted with a magnificent color, curved up unintentionally.
Gong Yeyan did not open his eyes.
Let's see what she wants to do.
A gaze fell upon his face—
Shining brightly.
So alluring that it made one's heart itch.
Gong Yeyan was always an extremely patient Hunter, still gently keeping his eyes closed, not revealing the slightest flaw.
