Early morning.
A sliver of a gap in the window allowed cool air to seep in. Daylight was blocked by the curtains, letting in just a tiny bit of light, so the room was dim yet bright enough to see—a condition that made one reluctant to get out of bed.
Zhou Li woke up to find himself holding Brother Nan.
Brother Nan was lying flat, and he was on his side. He wasn't only hugging Brother Nan's shoulders but also draping his leg over her. He felt a soft, warm touch, and Brother Nan's fragrance filled his nostrils. A few strands of her hair touched his cheek, swaying with his breath, tickling his skin.
Zhou Li didn't want to get up either; he just quietly observed Brother Nan's profile.
Brother Nan's skin was truly beautiful—snowy and flawless.
