Zhou Lin breathed steadily while Cheng Zhiwei had some trouble falling asleep, having someone next to her gave her a special feeling.
She couldn't help but turn to her side, staring absentmindedly at Zhou Lin's sleeping face, and eventually couldn't resist caressing his forehead.
She wondered how many things burdened his heart, and that even in sleep, his brows were furrowed.
As she thought about it, her finger was suddenly caught, Zhou Lin turned and pulled her under him, his smile gentle but teasing.
Cheng Zhiwei felt her cheeks heat up, and immediately knew he had been pretending to sleep, which made her both embarrassed and angry, trying to pull her hand back, "You did it on purpose?"
Zhou Lin brought her fingers to his lips for a gentle kiss, seeing her compliantly lying in his arms, her cheeks shyly blushing, he suddenly felt a sense of serene bliss, feeling she rightfully belonged by his side.
