He hadn't had the chance to turn around when his sleeve was tugged with a very slight force.
He thought he had caught it on something and looked down.
It was her two fingers, slender and pale, clutching his sleeve; under the warm yellow light, her wrist seemed to have a soft filter applied to its delicate skin.
Sheng Xian paused for two seconds and then lifted his gaze.
The girl had her eyes closed, just as she had been when he carried her back all the way, very obedient and quiet, seemingly sleeping quite deeply.
Among girls, she was on the taller side, usually appearing quite imposing, but in reality, she had a delicate frame, light as anything when held in his arms.
Her hair sprawled messily across a pillow, the neckline of her loose loungewear skewed, revealing a clear, snow-white, and slender collarbone.
Sheng Xian looked down at her for a while, then bent over to pull up the corner of the blanket, covering her entire neck.
