When Ye Jiu woke up again, she was lying in Sikong Mo's arms with one leg half-draped over him.
Looking at her own inelegant sleeping position, Ye Jiu quietly stuck out her tongue and then slowly moved her leg away.
Propping her head up, she gazed at the man beside her: his brow sharp and eyes bright, both cold and enticing. Although his face looked slightly tired and stubble had grown on his chin, he still looked incredibly handsome.
Gradually, Ye Jiu couldn't help but stretch out her small hand and traced across his eyebrows and eyes repeatedly.
Seeing his fan-like eyelashes tremble slightly, Ye Jiu quickly withdrew her hand.
But it was already too late, Sikong Mo's movements were faster as he grasped her hand that still lingered in front of his face, and then opened his eyes to look at her innocent expression.
"Do you like what you see?" Sikong Mo asked, putting his other hand behind his head and looking at her with a smile in his eyes.
