She was reclining on her bed with her eyes closed and her back leaning against the headboard. A white shirt with wings in front was what she had changed into, his shirt.
He couldn't believe that she had kept that shirt with her. Aselia's legs were bare and toned, showing how much she had been practising and working out.
Xiran's breath hitched seeing her and he wanted to touch her legs, showing restrained he slowly approached her so as not to startle her, just in case she was awake. He squatted on the floor near her, placing his chin right next to where her hand rested.
Her dazed turquoise eyes slowly opened and she found a mesmerising pair of grey circles intently staring at her. Aselia was too drunk to understand that a stranger was not supposed to be in her room.
She only gawked back at him and his angelic beauty, too stunned to speak. He had such gorgeous hair and it seemed silky as it shone under the night lamp.