The warm morning sun streamed onto the balcony and Jun Moyan, still asleep in bed, was cuddling a young girl who was sleeping soundly in his arms.
A familiar scent of milk lingered at the tip of his nose along with a faint, pleasant...fragrance from the girl.
The somewhat unfamiliar pleasant scent awoke Jun Moyan from his deep sleep. His brows furrowed slightly, and the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Before his eyes was the delicate face of a girl even more lovely and beautiful than a porcelain doll.
Staring at the unfamiliar woman sleeping closely beside him on the same pillow, Jun Moyan's eyes widened in shock, seemingly startled by this unprecedented situation, which left his brain momentarily blank.
The breath of the girl, carrying a hint of that milky scent, sprinkled on his face. Perhaps she was not sleeping too soundly as she wrinkled her little nose cutely.
The more Jun Moyan looked, the tighter his brows knit together.
