His forehead is full, brimming with wisdom, his eyes closed under stern sword-like brows, with alluringly curled eyelashes, and lips the color of a rose, enticingly thin.
Which lovestruck young girl could resist such a beautiful face? Especially He Yue, who has long harbored feelings of admiration for her childhood friend.
Watching him sleep so peacefully and sweetly, He Yue decided to lean in closer, observing him carefully, her gaze inching across his cheek, entranced and her heart surging with emotion.
Without really knowing why, her mind suddenly overwhelmed, she slowly leaned closer, their cheeks almost touching.
Suddenly, the memory of the time they accidentally kissed flashed in He Yue's mind, causing her heart to pound like thunder, her cheeks quietly flushed with a captivating blush.
Looking at his lips right in front of her, He Yue's heart hesitated for a long time, then she nervously licked her dry lips, finally summoning the courage to slowly kiss him.
