The sweet scent filled his nostrils, and Tang Ying, soft and warm like jade, appeared before Zhang Ziwen's eyes. Her stunning face hadn't awakened from sleep, the blush of dreams still lingering on her cheeks. Her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing even, and the corners of her supple lips slightly turned up, so beautiful. Tang Ying in her deep slumber was like the legendary Sleeping Beauty, tranquil and lovely. Ziwen's gaze softened enormously at this moment; he couldn't stop looking at her, no matter how much he looked, it was never enough. He dared not move his body, fearing his slightest motion would shatter the heart-stopping beauty before him. If only she could always cling to him like this forever, Ziwen thought dreamily...