"Aaaaahhhh, who is this man calling average?”
"Peng Xiu," he called out, his voice trembling as he checked her pulse. He pressed two fingers against her wrist searching for it. It was steady, and she didn't seem to be in distress. Relief washed over him momentarily before another wave of worry crashed back again. He recalled how much she had slept in the afternoon which wasn't normal. It was like she was in a state of deep sleep making him wonder if this might be an illness.
Perhaps today had taken its toll on her more heavily than usual? As much as he wanted to dismiss it all and excuse it as her simply needing rest, something deep inside told him this wasn't just fatigue. There might be an illness lurking beneath those beautiful features that haunted his dreams now more than ever.
Deciding to wait for her to wake up, Han Xin found himself drawn to her face. His gaze trailed down to her lips, lingering there. The way the moonlight caressed her lips drew him in making it difficult to resist.