While in a drowsy sleep, Tang Xiaobai felt someone touching her face, light as butterfly wings, brushing against her and then fluttering away, landing softly on another spot. It tickled a bit, making her want to laugh.
As she laughed, the butterfly landed at the corner of her lips, accompanied by a warm breath.
She suddenly opened her eyes.
In front of her was an enlarged face.
Seeing her eyes open, the face retreated a little.
A young man was leaning at the bedside, his dark collar covering half his snow-white neck, his skin cold like jade, brows like ink feathers, and his pitch-black eyes mixed with the gentle touch of morning light.
Both obedient and warm, full of youthful charm.
Oh dear, to see someone so good-looking the moment she opened her eyes!
Tang Xiaobai couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, nuzzling against him as she mumbled, "Up so early?"
Li Mu murmured a response, holding her along with the quilt in his embrace as he kissed her: "Habit."
