The next morning, golden sunlight streamed through the window lattice and into the room, where tiny specks of dust danced in the beams.
Zhang Lexuan slowly opened her eyes. The moment her senses returned, her pretty face flushed crimson.
Their current position was far too intimate. Huo Yuhao seemed to have taken her for a life-sized body pillow. One arm was possessively tucked beneath her neck, the other wrapped tightly around her slender waist, and one of his legs was sprawled over her thigh.
The boy's warm breath fell rhythmically against her sensitive cheek and ear, sending a tingling current through her.
Zhang Lexuan's entire body went rigid. Her instincts made her tense, ready to push him away, but when her palm pressed against his chest, she stopped.
She lifted her head and quietly studied the boy so close to her.
In his sleep, Huo Yuhao had shed his usual precociousness and sharpness. The weariness that lingered between his brows had finally eased a little, making him look like a defenseless child.
This was the first time Zhang Lexuan had observed a man so closely and so intently. Feeling the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart, her own heart, which had been pounding with embarrassment, miraculously settled.
As if possessed, Zhang Lexuan tilted her head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on his closed eyes.
The warm touch lasted only an instant.
Afterward, Zhang Lexuan froze.
She never would have thought that she, usually so composed and reserved, would do something so bold! Shame surged through her, and her cheeks burned.
She looked at Huo Yuhao in a panic. Seeing that his breathing remained deep and even and he hadn't woken, she finally let out a long breath, like a little girl who'd gotten away