The only difference was that from this angle, her face was much more pleasing to the eye than the little Samoyed's.
Her jet-black and supple short hair, as she lay there, a few strands fell along her cheeks, covering her lips, but her plump forehead and her elegant and delicate eyelids, in the light of early morning as sheer as gauze, emitted a luster akin to jade.
Ou Mucen moved slightly, unable to control himself, he wanted to touch that gloss.
But just as his hand began to move, the tightly closed eyelids beneath that hair were astonishingly alert. He only saw her dense, long eyelashes quiver like butterfly wings for a moment before her eyelids opened up, "Ou Mucen, you're finally awake?"
The moment her eyes opened and she saw him awake, there was nothing but a glow of surprise in her pupil-like glaze.
Ou Mucen's fingers stiffened and immediately dropped as if electrified!
"Yes, I'm awake..."
