With lowered eyes, he looked at her jet-black eyelashes under the night lamp, extraordinarily dense, casting fan-like shadows beneath her eyes.
Below was her upturned nose tip, followed by her soft pinkish red lips.
As he watched her sleeping face, Bao Ye found himself unconsciously entranced.
He only felt that tranquil times probably amounted to nothing more than this.
The scent exclusively hers lingered with every breath, as if it were his lullaby.
During this time, Bao Ye's sleep quality was arguably poor to the extreme.
He would sleep a maximum of four hours each day.
Then began another day of intense work.
Yet he did not feel tired at all.
At this moment, with all his exhaustion shed, he realized that was what complete relaxation felt like.
In a few minutes, their intertwined breaths rose and fell in succession.
In the morning, Jiang Ruan had a particularly restful sleep, not waking up the entire night.
