Jin Chenye's body stiffened, instinctively turning to look at her.
Ye Mingmei was deeply asleep, her pretty little face white with just a hint of red. She didn't have the bold, wild beauty of Qin Youxuan, but rather a delicate, serene charm like the girl next door without any makeup.
The robe she was wearing had loosened because of all the tossing and turning, the originally loose ties now somewhat undone.
The neckline was slightly open, revealing a patch of fair skin where the quilt hadn't covered.
Jin Chenye's gaze deepened, steadily watching the small hand clutching the hem of his clothes.
Ye Mingmei seemed unaware of what she had done, pouting her lips and muttering something, gripping tighter.
Jin Chenye's body tensed slightly, his hand at his side suddenly clenched into a fist.
Looking at Ye Mingmei in front of him, his gaze was complex.
Suddenly, the assistant's words echoed in his mind.
