The sleeping Wanxia felt a suffocating pressure, like someone was strangling her neck, making it hard to breathe.
But when she opened her eyes, she found there were no monsters around, it was all her imagination.
The sun had not yet set, sunlight was streaming through the glass window into the dining room. Wanxia lay on the dining table, enveloped in an orange-yellow halo.
Every strand of hair was clearly outlined.
Her vision was blurry; she could only see the man's hand stopping less than five centimeters away from the tip of her nose, with a wedding ring on the ring finger.
She didn't need to look up to know who it was.
After last night, even if this man did nothing, just stood beside her, Wanxia couldn't fall asleep.
Gu Shaozhi's tall and upright body stood in the dining room, he lowered his head, his gaze faintly fixed on the little woman lying on the table.
