That night, after explaining until her throat was dry, Qiao An finally fell asleep in his arms.
He held Qiao An with one arm, his heart restless and agitated. Even after his arm had gone numb, he continued to hold her gently. Qiao An, on the other hand, slept soundly, rarely fidgeting.
Moonlight spilled over them, illuminating the soft peach fuzz on her face. She was curled up in his arms like a cute little animal, nuzzling against him from time to time.
'This woman, who always seemed so strong and capable of anything, has such a fragile, innocent side to her. How could anyone not be captivated?' Mu Zimo's heart melted completely.
Gently rubbing his fingers together, Mu Zimo found he didn't even want to blink. He just wanted to gaze at her face, to count her quivering eyelashes again and again.
