His curled eyelashes fluttered gently as he lowered his eyes, casting shadows beneath them.
A small head rested softly on his shoulder, half of the face hidden, the other half of the face showing a rosy hue. Her gentle breaths grazed his neck, tickling and warm.
Asleep... asleep?
Lu Jinghuai's body involuntarily stiffened, staring at that sleepy little face, momentarily lost in thought, as he reached out towards Lu Xiaomian's little face almost supernaturally.
The cool fingertips just touched the charming face, as if they had come into contact with boiling hot oil, and his slender fingers instantly retracted.
The fingertips felt as if they had caught fire, burning intensely.
Lu Jinghuai's thin lips moved slightly, but not a word came out.
Is this what they call "learning by example"?
Lu Jinghuai watched Lu Xiaomian, who was sound asleep, smacking her lips occasionally, perhaps savoring some delicious snack in her dreams.
