In her dream, Shen Tang seemed to be drawn into a warm and tender embrace, the scent of sandalwood lingering in the air, bringing a reassuring strength.
"Ah Xiao..." She snuggled further into his arms, her voice soft and languid.
Lu Xiao's heart felt tender and numb, and it took all his self-control to suppress the surging affection.
He lay there stiffly, unmoving like a puppet, afraid to wake the sleeping female.
After a while, Lu Xiao couldn't resist extending his right hand to caress her face. His calloused fingers lightly brushed over her delicate arched eyebrows, eyes, the tip of her nose, and further down... He leaned in, his kiss landing by her lips, lingering and precious.
The morning mist dissipated, gentle light spilling through the window. Shen Tang groggily opened her eyes, and when she lifted her head, she bumped into something solid.
She pulled her head back, looking at the man's chiseled jawline, his face hard and profound. It could only be Lu Xiao.
