By the time Shen Cheng woke up again, the sky outside the cabin was ablaze with the sunset glow.
A ray of the setting sun's afterglow slanted into the cabin, half light and half shadow, the serendipitous angle rendered the sleeping man even more perfect.
His chiseled and distinct facial features were so good-looking that they seemed almost unreal.
Shen Cheng propped her chin with her hand, gazing at him in a daze.
The way he spoke at this moment was unlike usual, less of the lingering indifference and more easygoing.
Shen Cheng leaned forward slightly, unable to restrain her feelings, and dropped a kiss on his lips.
Seeing no signs of him waking up, she chose not to disturb his sleep, and quietly picked up her clothes to put on.
But just as she moved, a sour ache came from her waist.
She frowned slightly and cast a blaming glance at Shi Yu, tinged with emotion.
This man, he never knows what it means to "cherish the fair."
