Su Zixi slept with her face flushed red, her little mouth slightly open, and her nostrils flaring gently. Perhaps He Jingyao's movements were a bit too heavy, causing her some discomfort. She frowned unconsciously, pushing his hand away, and then she satisfactorily smacked her lips.
He Jingyao was startled and then laughed bitterly.
He intended to wake her up, but seeing her sleep so sweetly, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it.
He Jingyao noticed the shadows under her eyes, feeling both heartache and annoyance. These past few days must have really exhausted her.
The man gently touched her cheek with his hand, his gaze then falling on her small, rosy earlobe, which made his heart itch again.
He swore softly to himself, bit her ear, then let go of her and gently rolled over to sit up.
If he stayed any longer, he might not be able to resist waking her up again.
