Mu Xingfeng lay there quietly, feeling the girl's small, gentle hand lightly trace across his face; it tickled, but he enjoyed it.
He never thought that An Ran would do such a thing while he was asleep, never expected his little girl would secretly touch him and watch him like this.
He could even feel the love conveyed through her fingertips, knowing his little girl truly had feelings for him.
When her small hand moved from his thin lips and stopped, Mu Xingfeng wanted to open his eyes to look at his little girl, but he felt her move again, and in an instant, warmth and softness covered his lips.
Almost immediately, Mu Xingfeng's entire body stiffened. Except for that one time when she was under the influence of medicine, he never thought An Ran would take the initiative, especially while he was asleep.
