Before long, Su Yu's breathing gradually grew steady and deep, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxing as the tense lines on his face softened.
Surrounded by Bi Ji's gentle aura, he peacefully sank into sleep.
Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting scattered patches of light across his handsome face.
His long eyelashes hung quietly, stripped of their usual sharpness and edge. At that moment, he seemed exceptionally peaceful.
Bi Ji gazed at his sleeping face, her eyes unconsciously softening.
A feeling she herself had never noticed quietly stirred in the depths of her heart.
Her gaze fell to his lips, and an absurd thought surfaced without warning—his lips looked rather soft.
The moment this thought appeared, Bi Ji came to herself as if scalded. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and even the roots of her ears grew hot.
She secretly berated herself, her heart pounding like a drum.
What am I thinking? The person before me is Master. How could I have such an improper thought?
She pressed her lips together hard, trying to suppress the fluttering in her heart, but her gaze seemed drawn by a magnet and fell upon Su Yu's face once again.
He looked very quiet in sleep, with even a trace of imperceptible fragility, causing her heart to inexplicably soften.
"No..."
She quietly admonished herself, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the corner of her clothes until her fingertips turned slightly white.
As one who served Master, she should have strictly observed her place. How could she entertain such an overstepping thought about him?
Yet that inexplicable impulse refused to fade, quietly winding around her like a creeping vine.
Bi Ji's gaze grew somewhat unfocused, and a faint voice arose in her heart.
Just once. It should be fine, right?
She held her breath and