She was sleeping in a daze when she suddenly woke up, because she felt a hand, warm yet cool, stroking her little face.
Li Qianrui's eyes snapped open, and because they always kept a dim nightlight on while sleeping, the light now spilled over, allowing her to clearly see the man standing at the bedside.
Zhou Jin had returned.
He must have just gotten home, wearing a black suit with a black overcoat draped over it, looking worn from the journey. His left hand was in a black leather glove, but the right glove had been removed, and that hand now rested on her face. His tall figure loomed over her, and he was watching her.
His gaze was shiny and soft.
"Awake? Is my hand cold?" his low, hushed voice flooded Li Qianrui's ears in the dead of night, oozing with magnetic charm every minute.
Li Qianrui was still somewhat groggy; she looked at the man before her with befuddled confusion, not understanding how he had suddenly returned.
