Tang Yanqi's face was very pale, lacking the rosy hue that girls her age should have, yet her lips were a delicate pink, making one irresistibly want to take a bite. Her eyelashes were long and thick, explaining why Tang Yanqi's eyes appeared more lively and beautiful than others.
Sheng Jianan unconsciously curved his lips into a slight smile, gently shifted his body, and propped his chin with one hand. For the first time, he realized that seeing someone quietly lying beside him in the morning could also feel quite nice.
Perhaps his movements disturbed Tang Yanqi. The originally sleeping little figure murmured twice, turned over, tilted her head to the other side, and nuzzled into the pillow before continuing to sleep.
She continued to sleep, but Sheng Jianan's faintly lifted lips darkened instantly upon seeing the four finger marks on the side of Tang Yanqi's cheek.
