A pair of long, slender hands with distinct knuckles slowly reached towards An Yiqing.
Perhaps too tired from the day, An Yiqing was in a deep sleep, completely unaware. Just as the hands were about to touch An Yiqing's neck, suddenly, An Zhifeng's voice came from outside the room.
"Miss, are you asleep? Mrs. Yu made some late-night snacks, please come downstairs and join us."
Immersed in her dreams, An Yiqing heard the voice and lightly furrowed her brows before slowly opening her eyes.
"Miss? Asleep?" An Zhifeng's voice sounded again outside the door.
An Yiqing's mind gradually cleared; she touched her cheek that had been brushed by the cool breeze and gently frowned.
Strange, did someone come in? The scent feels so familiar...
"Miss might be asleep; shall we go downstairs and tell Mrs. Yu?"
