The gentle breeze swept in, the morning light was warm, and the room felt almost surreal as the light filtered through the curtains, blurring the azure outside. Cheng Qiaobei had been awake for some time, watching the woman he loved sleeping peacefully, finding himself unable to get enough of her tranquil face.
He bit his lower lip to avoid making any sound, fearing he might wake her. He slowly turned his body until he was facing her, lying comfortably in place. His loving gaze traced the contours of her face, carefully brushing aside the bangs on her forehead with his fingertips. His gaze was as warm as the morning light, his smile softer than the morning breeze.
Merely looking was not enough for him; he was too fond of her soft body. He gently lifted her head and slipped his arm under her neck. Chen Ningxi stirred slightly in her sleep, and Cheng Qiaobei froze instantly until he was sure she was asleep again, then pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.