The thought swirled in her mind, but she quickly drifted back to sleep, still somewhat dazed.
Some issues, no matter how deeply considered, cannot yield answers, because if they are never meant to happen, any further fretting is just unnecessary self-disturbance.
Besides, she, right now, didn't even want to see such 'ifs' happen.
But—
What if it did happen?
......
Mo Shiqian needed to get up for work and naturally woke up early.
Upon opening his eyes, the sight of Chi Huan's delicate and naïve face resting against his chest greeted him—the long and dense eyelashes fanned out like little brushes, her dark hair spread out on the pillow, lazily beautiful.
She was sleeping deeply, utterly defenseless.
The man propped up on his elbow and watched her for a while; then a mischievous impulse flashed in the depths of his eyes. He pinched her nose and then bent down to kiss her, stealing her breath away.
Unable to breathe, Chi Huan naturally woke up startled.