The next morning, warm sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, gently falling upon Su Yaoyao's bed.
She slowly stirred awake, her eyes still heavy with sleep, and felt a warm, solid presence wrapped around her.
Glancing to the side, she was surprised to find His Majesty Augustine holding her tightly. His chiseled face was inches from hers, his steady, warm breath brushing against her cheek with a reassuring scent.
His arms were as strong as cast iron, yet they held her carefully, as if he were guarding the world's most precious treasure.
Su Yaoyao's heart instantly began to pound like a frightened deer, and a blush involuntarily crept up her face.
She gazed quietly at His Majesty Augustine's sleeping face. His usually stern and cold features now held a rare softness and a touch of boyishness in his sleep.
Beneath his high-bridged nose, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, as if he had encountered something wonderful even in his dreams.
