Fourth Order? Moonlit Thoughts! Contradictions!
Under the hazy moonlight, a beautiful figure quietly leaned against the bed. Her willow brows carried a gentle charm, her pretty face was flushed, and a smile hung at the corners of her lips. Her long blue hair fell like a waterfall all the way to her waist.
What an utterly breathtaking scene!
Chen Yun could not help staring blankly. Though he had known Niya for so long, this was the first time he had lost his composure over her beauty. Perhaps a person's charm could only be released without limit at a particular moment—just like Niya before him.
Her sacred, noble, gentle, and tranquil air was goddess-like. Chen Yun's heart suddenly trembled, and his right hand unconsciously reached toward Niya's faintly glowing, snow-white cheek.
His hand met a faint coolness. The soft, wonderful sensation left Chen Yun's eyes hazy. At this moment, he forgot everything. There was only the beautiful figure before him, gently leaving a mark upon his soul. Perhaps that imprint would accompany him for the rest of his life; even if his soul scattered, he would never be able to sever himself from it.
"Chen Yun Gege!"
A soft murmur spread quietly through the little house beneath the moonlight, as though afraid to disturb this tranquil moment.
Niya's little face, set off by a faint blush, possessed an indescribable beauty. Her cheek lightly rubbed against the large hand resting upon it, and an unconscious smile surfaced at the corners of her lips.
The delicate murmur reached Chen Yun's ears. His originally dazed expression instantly returned to normal. Seeing that Niya did not seem to have awakened, he quietly withdrew his hand, while his handsome, stern face flushed crimson.
After all, whether in his former life or this one, he had