The hamster sleeping inside the cage made a purring sound, sensing someone's arrival.
But it was a familiar person, a harmless person, so the white hamster didn't wake up and was even drawn into a deeper dream by the pleasure in Lu Xiaoyou's mind.
Lu Xiaoyou's emotions and the white hamster's were connected; when she dreamt sweet dreams, the white hamster would too, and sometimes they would even share the same grand dream.
The night breeze wafted, occasionally brushing over the man's knees with the curtain.
Long Xiliang sat on the windowsill, just watching the woman sleeping on the bed.
Lu Xiaoyou's face happened to be turned in his direction.
Borrowing the daylight from outside and his extraordinary vision, he could vaguely make out half of the woman's face.
When she slept, her long hair fell over, covering the upper half of her face, and Long Xiliang stared at the lines of her jaw and the contours of her lips, lost in thought.