The boy was dressed in a dark pajama, his eyes gleaming with cryptic glints in the darkness.
At night, the owl spread its wings, coldly observing everything.
The boy walked over and sat beside the girl's bed, her sleeping posture as unique as ever.
His pale hand gently stroked her face, she was sound asleep, her mouth slightly open, emanating a sweet scent.
Lu Xiu had a smile on his lips, his slender fingers lightly resting on her neck.
The touch of skin was delicate and smooth.
The girl suddenly smacked her lips, two drops of saliva running down from the corner of her mouth, perhaps she was dreaming about something delicious.
The saliva slid down her cheek and dripped on the pillow.
Lu Xiu's expression darkened and he wiped away the trail of saliva.
This was clearly a disgusting act.
As he rubbed his cheek, he didn't feel disgusted at all.