Xia Yu blinked awake, the morning light pouring softly through the sheer curtains. Her eyes fluttered open, instinctively expecting to be alone in the bed but her breath caught in her throat when she stretched on the bed and a strong muscle touched her in return.
She instinctively looked to her left and was petrified to see Han Zhou was still there. With his eyes closed, he looked like a kind and amiable person.
His dark lashes cast faint shadows on his cheekbones, his brow relaxed, the usual sharpness of his features softened in sleep. He didn't look like the intimidating CEO or the man who would always seem one step ahead of her. He looked human, a fragile one in a way she had never imagined.
Xia Yu sat still for a long second, unsure what to do. She had never seen him sleep in. In fact, most days, he was up before the sun, always two coffees in by the time she stepped into the kitchen. Now, the clock on the wall ticked quietly past seven.
