The lotus-tent was warm, and the blanket was flipped into rosy waves.
After the clouds and rain, Ye Qingci drifted off into slumber, dazed and hazy.
When Ye Qingci awoke from her grogginess, she wasn't sure how much time had passed.
Upon opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jian Shichu's flawlessly perfect sleeping face.
His visage, seemingly carved by a divine craftsman with meticulous care, every line and detail was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
Not to mention his net worth and family background, just this enchanting and tempting face alone was enough to make countless people obsessed and crazy.
Ye Qingci gazed at him intently for a while, but the person who had continuously been sleeping peacefully suddenly curved his lips into a smile and opened his eyes, "Why, haven't you had your fill of looking?"
Ye Qingci: "..."
So, he was feigning sleep all along!
Ye Qingci turned over, facing away from him, and decided to ignore him.
