Moonlit stars hang low.
After taking a bath, Ruan Li leaned against Bai He's legs, letting him gently massage her waist.
"Is this pressure okay?" Bai He asked softly.
Ruan Li hummed twice, indicating she was not asleep yet.
Bai He's hands, long and jade-like, felt cool to the touch, but after a prolonged massage, the fingertips grew slightly warm, a faint cold fragrance seeped into Ruan Li's nose.
It made her drowsy and entranced.
The movements slowly stopped, the little female breathing steadily in his arms, asleep, her porcelain-white cheek pressed against his leg, her breath warm.
Bai He's throat moved up and down, yet he didn't dare make any move.
He maintained his original posture, even his breathing was extremely gentle.
Until his legs became numb, he couldn't help moving, and the person in his arms suddenly turned over, mumbling something indistinctly.
Even though Ruan Li had rolled off his leg, feeling returning to his numb legs was quite agonizing.
