The bed was warm and the presence beside her was pleasant, so Chen Wanqing slept soundly. After falling into a deep slumber, she unknowingly turned onto her side to face outward.
The day had been fine, and the night was just as clear. The clouds were thin, allowing the silvery moonlight to stream through the window, blanketing the room in a hazy glow.
In this dreamlike light, Zhao Jing gazed greedily at the delicate, peacefully sleeping face before him.
Her jet-black hair was pinned beneath her body, revealing a fair, lovely cheek and lips that were a dewy, luscious red.
'When she was awake, she was always overly serene, even her smiles were restrained. But now, in sleep, she was completely and truly relaxed.'
'She was like a Queen of the Night cactus, blooming brilliantly under the cover of darkness, freely unfurling to display her beauty and fragrance, exuding a sweet, rich nectar.'
'So tempting.'
