Lan Xiu found this feeling too fresh, so fresh he could hardly restrain himself.
And now, he was experiencing an even more intriguing sentiment.
He arrived at the Imperial Scenic Villa soundlessly, assuming he would claim Yuanya as his the moment he saw her, without hesitation.
Outside the door, he felt a boiling desire coursing through his veins.
Yet the moment he laid eyes on her, he was surprised to find that just watching her brought him joy.
His fingertip lightly traced her lips, enchanted by the softness sensation underneath.
He wanted to kiss her, but was fearful of waking her up.
Her furrowed brows even in her dream filled him with an unspoken ache.
A delicate, piercing twinge, as if his heart was being gently grazed by someone else, left him struggling to discern whether it was discomfort or something else he was feeling.
What was she dreaming about?
Why was she sleeping so restlessly?
