Night, drawn out.
However, for Jing Chen this night, he did nothing but held Mu Lin, never letting go. He held her tightly, yet it didn't make her feel uncomfortable in her sleep.
By dawn, the cool air hinted chill while the gentle sunlight spread warmth.
She nestled her little head on comfort of his chest, with signs that she was about to rouse from sleep.
Her beautiful eyelashes fluttered and the next moment, they slowly opened. She blinked her eyes, attempted to lazily stretch, only to realize that she couldn't budge from his grasp.
She slightly moved her head out of his arms and looked up, only to meet a pair of smiling eyes.
"You're awake," his voice deep with a touch of huskiness from just waking up.
"Mm," Mu Lin replied instinctively, and asked, "What time is it?" she yawned slightly.
"Just past nine," He casually glanced at the phone laying on the side.
