Turstin Muller escorted Valentine Teller back to Mark Reed's villa.
The two entered the house, and Valentine Teller, out of habit, cuddled a pillow and nestled on the sofa to rest. Turstin Muller went to the kitchen to pour water, and when he came out, Valentine Teller was already in the land of dreams.
She curled up on the soft sofa, her head resting on a pillow, holding another pillow in her arms, sleeping soundly.
"Valentine..." Turstin Muller placed the glass of water on the European-style coffee table, walked over slowly, and called out softly with no response.
Turstin Muller squatted by the sofa, carefully examining Valentine Teller's sleeping face, finding her even cuter when asleep. Her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes, her small and straight nose slightly flaring with her breath, her small mouth a tender pink, like delicate rose petals fallen in milk.
So cute!
