The next day, Li Qiao woke up to the crowing roosters and stretched, accidentally bumping into the person behind her.
Turning her head, she caught sight of the youth's peaceful sleeping face, which seemed more careless than usual. At this moment, his long eyelashes hung low, and angled shafts of sunlight filtered through the window, softly spilling over his refined profile, casting faint shadows.
So handsome.
She rolled over to face him, propping herself up on her arm to admire him.
Caught off guard, the young man opened his eyes, and with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile, he said, "Peeking at me?"
Li Qiao's face flushed red—wasn't he a heavy sleeper? Especially since last night she didn't even know what time he came back, but today he was up so early.
She feigned composure, "Do I need to sneak a look? Can't I watch whenever I want?"
Sitting up, she reached for the clothes at the end of the bed, her palm-sized waist indented as she leaned forward, accentuating her figure.
