Zhou Li woke up very early, as usual. He sat up in bed, leaning against the wall, his gaze drifting downward. Brother Nan was wrapped in the blanket, sleeping on her side next to him, facing his direction, with only her head showing. In her sleep, her expression was serene, her skin flawless and snowy. Although her eyelashes weren't very long, they didn't detract from her overall beauty.
She's incredibly beautiful. The more I look, the more beautiful she seems.
Zhou Li pulled out his phone. With a few quick taps—TAP, TAP, TAP—he turned off the sound.
He pressed the shutter button.
Looking back at the photo, it felt like a fine art portrait, perfectly capturing the beauty of a 'still Brother Nan.'
Because it was so beautiful, that photo was not destined to make it into his hidden album.
