Early the next morning.
Wei Anning woke up in Leng Youchen's arms, the light in the bedroom was dim. The first rays of sunlight mischievously slipped through the gaps in the curtains, scattering specks of light on the floor. She raised her head and gazed at him who was still fast asleep.
In the hazy glow, his fair, handsome face bore faint pillow marks. His eyes were closed, and his soft hair fluffed lazily over his forehead, his whole being exuding a gentle aura.
She quietly reached out her hand and pinched his nose. The man frowned slightly and shifted to the side to avoid her. She chuckled soundlessly.
Her fingers stretched out again, continuing to tease his nose relentlessly.
This time, the man didn't dodge. Instead, he opened his mouth to breathe.
