"Have you stared enough?" Ji Weitian suddenly lifted her head and glanced at him.
Qin Nanyu abruptly realized he had been watching her far too intently, caught in the act, and hurriedly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
This time, Ji Weitian did not shift her gaze away; she kept staring at him.
As if she would keep watching him like this unless he fell asleep.
Qin Nanyu had no chance to peek with his eyes closed and, while pretending, suddenly went silent.
Asleep?
"Qin Nanyu?" she tried calling him softly, not very loudly.
Qin Nanyu did not respond.
It seemed like he really was asleep.
Ji Weitian put down the laptop she had in her arms, stood up from the sofa, and walked over to the bed, examining the man sleeping on it.
His sharp and distinct handsome face, with charming contours.
His tall nose bridge, especially striking under the dim light.
