Finally tidying everything up, the young woman walked out of the master bedroom, and at first glance, she saw Xie Qikan sleeping soundly on the carpet.
Still suffering the effects of last night's hangover, the man had yet to wake up. This was unlike his usual self; although not very old, Xie Qikan led a highly disciplined life. Normally, he would have been up by now, either on his morning run or doing some other kind of exercise.
At this moment, the man was lying in a beam of sunlight streaming into the room. He lay flat on the carpet, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly into a pleasant arc, as though he were dreaming of something delightful. His head tilted slightly to the side, exposing his prominent and textured Adam's apple. His short hair, carrying just a hint of hardness, framed his face in a simple but striking manner. In his sleep, his thick eyelashes rested peacefully, completing a serene expression that revealed how deeply he was at rest.
