Xu Nianhua looked doubtfully at the sleeping Pei Yicheng, feeling that he was especially clingy when drunk.
Xu Nianhua was tightly held around the waist by him, completely unable to get up, so she simply turned sideways to study Pei Yicheng. Sleeping, he no longer had those dark eyes radiating intimidating pressure. At this close distance, Xu Nianhua realized his features truly seemed exquisitely sculpted by a master craftsman.
She always knew Pei Yicheng was handsome, whether at school or out on the street, she often caught people sneaking glances at him, not to mention all the compliments.
Looking at him this close, the feeling was even more obvious. Leaning in, she could count each tiny facial hair on his face. Those long eyelashes were curled and thick, and she knew beneath them were a pair of deep eyes—whenever he looked at her, her face would flush and her heart would race.
He really is her boyfriend.
