Blue veins bulged in the corner of his forehead and he fought back the impulse to throw the woman out the window. He peeled her feet off him with much difficulty, then moved her back to her original position.
An Xiaxia was such a sound sleeper that all his maneuvering didn't wake her up. Smacking her lips, she even smiled. God knew what sweet dream she was having.
Sheng Yize stared at her for a moment, then raised his hand and rubbed her hair attentively.
It was unbelievably soft.
On an October night in this unknown mountain, stars twinkled in the sky and the moonlight was as cool as flowing water.
He looked at that delicate face and asked himself repeatedly.
An Xiaxia, are you the one I'm looking for?
Because he realized, he was beginning to panic and act flustered in front of her.
What would he do if the answer was no?
