Gu Lan slowly walked to Rong Heng's bedside, and under the moonlight streaming through the window's gap, she slightly bowed her head, gazing at him for a while.
His eyes were closed, and his soft black hair sunk into the pillow. From his strong brow bones to his nose, there was a perfectly clean arc.
The sleeping Rong Heng looked even more appetizing.
The more she looked, the hungrier she became.
Gu Lan swallowed, her breath almost falling on Rong Heng's face, and then she turned and left the room.
How could she have such improper thoughts about her brother?
After Gu Lan left, Rong Heng opened his eyes and then buried his head in the quilt. In the darkness, the young man's ear tips turned crimson.
Gu Lan walked out of the room, and the cold wind sobered her up quite a bit.
Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound: "Who's there?"
Just as she asked, Wei Chengyuan, who was sleeping in the courtyard, opened his eyes alertly.
