This was the most restful sleep Ye Anran had had in days, and as she hugged him tightly, she seemed to feel a sense of safety.
Perhaps this safety was temporary, but she was still very happy.
Bo Jinyu glanced at the clock; it was seven in the morning.
Seeing her sleeping soundly, clinging tightly to his arm, he was reluctant to interrupt her sweet dreams, and reluctant to leave, so he kept his eyes open, watching her sleep.
It seemed such moments were also beautiful times.
Her face was still as delicate and lovely as ever, exuding a warm and soft aura.
He reached out and gently caressed her face.
The smooth skin was always irresistibly lovable.
He chuckled lightly.
In her dreams, Ye Anran seemed to feel Bo Jinyu gently kissing her.
The corners of her mouth curved into a slight, blissful smile.
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