When Song Yansheng finished his shower and came out, Shi Nuan had already closed her eyes, as if she was asleep.
Silently turning off the light, he walked to the bedside, the glow from the night lamp softly illuminating the delicate face of the little woman.
Not sure if she sensed his approach, the little girl's curled eyelashes quivered slightly, but her breathing remained steady.
The elegance of her face held a trace less of guard and alertness and a trace more of peace and tranquility.
He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, she didn't wake up, and was as well-behaved as a child!
A sense of tenderness involuntarily rose in his heart, in the dim light, he sighed softly and then lay down gently, placing an arm around the woman's waist, slowly closing his eyes.
About five minutes later, the man's breathing gradually became even, but the woman in his arms, her eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes.
