Qiao Ruoxin glanced sideways at the man's handsome face and the trace of fatigue upon it, deciding not to wake him after all.
His hot breath sprayed across the nape of her neck.
She sighed lightly with a touch of helplessness, "Sleep, I'll stay with you."
Even though, she felt like she was being crushed to death!
This damn man was so heavy!
She caught a glimpse of the bite mark on Mo Chen's neck from the corner of her eye, it hadn't completely faded yet?
She couldn't help but smile; it was her handiwork, after all.
Ruoxin gradually fell asleep too and slept very soundly.
In his deep sleep, Mo Chen held her slender body tightly.
She and he were like destiny entwined without end, neither could escape.
Five thirty in the morning.
The man in deep sleep finally opened his dark eyes.
There was a faint layer of morning irritability on his cold, handsome face.
The moment Mo Chen opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Ruoxin's profile and instinctively kissed her chin before getting up.