Maybe because she'd been running around all day, plus that mental duel with the kidnappers, after Mu Tiantian showered and washed up and climbed into bed, she'd originally picked up a book to read, but before she knew it, she'd fallen asleep.
When Bai Chenyao finished his work and came in, he saw the bedroom light was still on, and on the absurdly large bed lay a tiny little person.
Maybe because he wasn't there, Mu Tiantian was hugging a pillow to her chest, and one of her feet was restlessly pressing on the quilt, like a child.
Standing at the doorway, Bai Chenyao instinctively lightened his steps.
After closing the door, he walked slowly to the bedside, leaned down slightly, and looked at the soundly sleeping Mu Tiantian. His gaze swept past her slightly curled lashes, then slowly slid down, over her small, straight nose, and finally landed on her soft, pink lips.
