The hotel bed was very soft, and Mi Shen, alternating between crying and laughing from sheer exhaustion, gradually fell asleep.
Li Fengchang lay beside the bed, his fingers gently stroking her lower abdomen, watching the clock tick-tock away, yet feeling not the slightest hint of sleepiness.
The next morning, Mi Shen woke up very early.
The pale blue dawn light filtered through the window, and the man's handsome face, close at hand, came into view.
He lay on his side, one arm beneath her head as her pillow, the other wrapped around her waist, his eyes closed, breathing even and steady.
Bathed in the morning light, his features were strikingly handsome; even in sleep, he was a sight that one could not look away from.
Mi Shen's gaze fell upon the stubble on his chin, giving him a weary appearance as though he hadn't slept well all night.
She couldn't help but reach out, her fingertips gently brushing over the rough stubble, the corners of her mouth curling slightly.
