The dawn squeezed through the window paper, falling on the ground, the bedside, adding a hint of golden powder.
Fan Wubing's senses quickly shifted from groggy and dazed to clear and open. He opened his eyes and first felt something soft beside him, followed by a faint, elegant fragrance, like a forest, like a clear valley. He instinctively turned his head, meeting a face with wide open eyes.
The distance between their faces was less than two fingers' width. He could feel the gentle and slow breath brushing against his face.
Fu Manman was sleeping next to him, sharing a pillow. The pillow wasn't large, so she lay on her side, squeezed very tightly. Through the silk quilt, he could see her slightly curved body. She had her knee pressed against Fan Wubing's waist.
The girl's temperature seemed to be a bit higher.
"Awake?" Fu Manman asked with narrowed eyes.
