The gentle breeze, the warm morning sun, the light filtering through small gaps, the curtain blurs the azure outside the window; the room is so quiet it feels almost surreal.
Cheng Qiaobei had already woken up, his eyes resting on his beloved woman sleeping; watching her peaceful sleeping face, he felt he could never get enough of it.
He bit his lower lip, trying his best not to make any noise, fearing he might wake her up; slowly, he turned to face her and lay down.
His doting gaze fixed on her face, carefully brushing her bangs away from her forehead with his fingertips; his gaze was as warm as the morning light, his smile softer than the morning breeze.
Just looking wasn't enough for him; too enamored with her soft body, he gently lifted her head, threading his arm under her neck; Chen Ningxi's eyebrows twitched, and Cheng Qiaobei instantly froze until he confirmed she had fallen asleep again, then he scooped her into his embrace and held her tight.