Even in her sleep, Su Muyao felt some unease. Her dreams were filled with the image of Xiao Jihan. Unconsciously, she hugged Xiao Jihan tightly, her head nestling into his wolf fur.
It was a completely involuntary action.
Yet she hadn't woken up.
Seeing Su Muyao rely on him even in her dream, Xiao Jihan's heart melted utterly, as if turning into a pool of serene blue water.
His noble and cold brow and eyes seemed to thaw like melting snow, filled with intense and lingering affection.
He gazed at her furrowed brows, and gently reached out to smoothen them, with movements so gentle as to not wake her.
Su Muyao murmured restlessly, "Jihan..."
Even in her dream, she was calling his name.
Xiao Jihan was taken aback, feelings suppressed in his chest surged like waves, rolling relentlessly...
Unable to calm for a long time.
