For Vizet, wrapping himself in a blanket in winter and taking a warm afternoon nap was absolutely one of life's greatest comforts.
If, when he woke, the moment he opened his eyes he saw the person he most wanted to see lying beside him, then that comfort could rise another level—even a dozen levels.
Perhaps because they had adjusted unconsciously in their sleep, the two of them had unknowingly returned to their original posture, lying face-to-face.
Luna was still lost in dreamland, both hands hugging Vizet's arm. She seemed to have taken his arm for a pillow, her soft cheek pressed against it, her tender lips slightly pursed.
That way, if Vizet leaned a little closer, he could feel the sweetness in Luna's breathing; if he drew back a little, he could see her sleeping face.
He slowed his movements as much as he could, reached toward Luna's cheek, and tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear.
Luna's ear was delicate, tinged with a faint red. When he brushed her hair aside, her eyelashes even trembled slightly.
Vizet gazed at Luna's cheek. Her cheek was very fair, with a faint pink glow, like something carved from jade, without the slightest flaw to be seen.
His breathing unconsciously slowed, and even his throat bobbed instinctively. He wanted to move his head closer and leave something there.
At that moment, his thoughts were a little slow and failed to catch up with his body.
As he thought that, his body had already acted, touching Luna's tender cheek lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Luna's eyelashes trembled again.
Seeing this, Vizet seemed to understand something, and a smile touched the corners of his mouth.
He tapped Luna's cheek again. Seeing her eyelashes tremble once more, he changed position and gently