A soft yawn escaped Jia's lips as he eyelashes slowly fluttered open the next morning. But when a view of a manly chest greeted her eyes, she blinked twice. She traced her gaze upwards to meet the devil's sleeping face.
Jia blinked twice again and recalled their game from last night.
Damn it, he won every single round, her heart still felt aggrieved from yesterday's losses.
But isn't this sleeping too close to him? Jia looked away thoughtfully. I think I was a little far away…He definitely played some tricks, didn't he?
Jia looked back at Mingshen, who slept soundly without a care in the world. She stared at his face for a long time.
His face is really a piece of art. Even his sleeping expression is a beauty. I guess there is some merit in women flocking over him…
Jia began to contemplate the true essence of beauty in her philosophy mode.
If I click his sleeping picture and sell it on the internet, I will become super rich, right?