After a good night's sleep, Xia Wanwan woke up in Xi Muchen's arms the following morning.
The man beside her was still sleeping, his handsome face both attractive and sexy, which made Xia Wanwan watch him until she couldn't help but become lost in thought.
The sleeping Xi Muchen had a much less imposing aura about him, resembling a peaceful painting. With his dense and elongated eyebrows, a high nose bridge, lightly pursed thin lips, and usually dark and deep eyes now gently closed. The man's collarbone was exposed, and the sleeping Xi Muchen lost some of his usual cold arrogance, but gained a touch of laziness and sexiness.
How can a man be so good-looking...
Xia Wanwan couldn't help but swallow.
"Stop rubbing me up the wrong way early in the morning," a husky voice rang in her ears. At the same time, the man turned over and pressed her beneath him: "Can't eat it anyway, so why stoke the fire?"
Xia Wanwan was slightly shocked and speechless as she looked into his clear eyes.