The next day, Wei Anning woke up early, while Leng Youchen was still sleeping in bed. He lay on his side facing her, his hair loosely draped over his forehead, less sharp than usual, and with an added touch of youthfulness.
His eyes were firmly closed, the long, curled lashes casting faint crescent shadows in the hollows beneath his eyes. She couldn't help but touch them with the pad of her finger, feeling somewhat envious. A man with such long lashes really didn't leave much room for women to shine.
But as she watched him, a sense of joy suddenly welled up in her heart.
This handsome man now belonged to her, and just thinking about it made her feel ecstatic.
She lay there for a while, then quietly removed his hand that was draped over her waist, got out of bed, dressed, and came out. Leng Youchen was still not awake as she tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs.
