Liu Siyu's delicate body went limp in Zhao Chi's arms, her murmurs sounding like nonsensical sleep talk, her pretty face painted with an expression of pain, eliciting a flood of pity from anyone who saw her.
Zhao Chi held Liu Siyu for a while and found she had indeed fallen deep into slumber. He took a deep breath and slowly let go of her delicate body, then allowed her head to rest on his shoulder, his own breath growing rapid as he stared at the beautiful young girl in his arms.
Liu Siyu's features were exquisitely crafted, her large, beautiful eyes, long eyelashes, her noble and refined nose, and her pale, smooth skin. Finally, Zhao Chi's gaze settled on her slightly parted lips, which exhaled a faint scent of alcohol, tinted a captivating shade of red.
At first, Zhao Chi's heart was filled with compassion, but at that moment, a nearly uncontrollable impulse surged within him. As he looked at those luscious red lips, he licked his own, unable to resist leaning in closer.
