Not until her breathing became rapid did the man slowly release her, pressing his forehead against hers, his gaze piercing her hazy eyes.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Hmm?"
Su Ran's mind was a bit muddled. After a pause, she gently lifted her head, her red lips brushing against the man's cool, thin lips, their noses aligned.
Fu Qiyuan's deep eyes darkened slightly, and his low, intoxicating voice resonated softly.
"Even in your sleep, your brows were tightly furrowed. Who has upset you?"
Su Ran's delicate eyebrows twitched lightly, and her lips parted slightly, her breath fragrant as orchids.
"Really?"
Her slightly parted lips exhaled a faint fragrance, brushing lightly across the man's lips as they opened and closed.
Fu Qiyuan's dark eyes were shrouded in gloom, and his exquisite Adam's apple rolled slightly.
"Yes."
His voice was deep and a bit hoarse, making Su Ran's heart skip a beat.
Her thoughts stirred slightly, and she subtly increased the distance between them.