Liang Shaochen felt his heart suddenly race, uncontrollably drawn closer to her, he leaned his face near her ear, closed his eyes, and greedily inhaled the faint, familiar fragrance emanating from her.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, gazing deeply at her. In the man's clear eyes, there was a kind of unabashed, naked infatuation and deep affection that was impossible to witness during the day or normally.
He slowly moved his lips toward her rosy lips, almost able to feel her even breaths brushing against his lips, his lips separated by less than two centimeters from hers, he remained frozen with a stiff face, motionless.
Until a few seconds later, the woman in her sleep seemed to feel uncomfortable with his warm breath on her face, she slightly turned her face. Thus, his lips naturally landed on the corner of her lips.
It was merely the corner of her lips.
The next moment, Liang Shaochen swiftly moved his lips away, staring at the girl in front of him, a bit flustered.
