Feeling the touch and warmth on his arm, He Chen's breath caught.
This time, he didn't hold back and turned his head to look over.
Ye Manman was sleeping soundly, her eyes closed, so he couldn't see her sometimes sly, sometimes playful eyes, and he didn't feel the intense shyness he usually did when meeting her gaze.
He Chen's gaze followed her long eyelashes, moving to her small, upturned nose, and was once again drawn away, finally fixating on her rosy lips.
Those lips, which he imagined tasted like jelly, were exposed to him defenselessly, so close that it seemed with just a slight lowering of his head, he could taste them.
He Chen's Adam's apple bobbed several times again, and his breathing quickly turned scorching.
He clenched his fists, like a cat burglar, carefully leaned closer, his gaze fervently fixed on those rosy lips, yet unable to bring himself to kiss them.
Instead, it was his overwhelmingly hot breath that woke Ye Manman.
