In the middle of the night, Alex woke up and saw Emma dozing off at her desk, unable to help but frown.
He glanced at his phone—it was already four in the morning.
Does she stay up late like this every night without sleeping?
Alex let out a soft sigh, got out of bed, and instinctively lifted her as if carrying a princess, carefully placing her on the bed.
Her small, fair face looked peaceful, her lips slightly parted, revealing a tiny, delicate tongue with each breath.
As if dreaming of something, she lightly licked her lips. Her pink, soft lips, like peach petals, glistened with moisture, making it impossible for Alex to look away.
He inhaled deeply; the sweet fragrance from her lingered around his nose, stirring a tempest in his heart.
Damn it, the person from my dreams is right in front of me—so close yet unreachable.
He forced himself to suppress the rising emotions, carefully covering her with a blanket, then went to the bathroom to regain his composure.
