Sleeping Once More

After Zi Yan finished speaking, her eyes shifted, carrying a trace of barely perceptible shyness. Once again, she took the initiative to raise her soft, boneless jade hand, her fingertips gently brushing across Xiao Ling's cheek.

Then her lips, carrying a faint elegant fragrance, slowly parted like a quietly blooming bud. Softly, yet with an unquestionable resolve, they moved toward Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling's gaze wavered slightly. Looking into those dazzlingly bright eyes so close to his own, still veiled in a misty haze, and feeling that warm, tender touch, he instinctively met her halfway.

The instant their lips lightly touched, it felt as though a faint current ran through them, bringing a trace of numbness and a fluttering thrill. This was not the impact caused by the violent transfer of energy last time, but a gentler, more delicate, more lingering tenderness.

No one knew how much time passed—perhaps only a few breaths, perhaps much longer.

The two seemed utterly immersed in that sweet, strange atmosphere, forgetting everything around them.

Only when Zi Yan felt a hint of exhaustion and softly caught her breath did she reluctantly, ever so slowly, turn her head away first.

The moment they parted, the air still seemed to retain that sweet scent. Both were breathing slightly heavily, and when their gazes met, they saw the same hazy satisfaction in each other's eyes.

Xiao Ling subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch her lips, but in the end, he merely raised his hand before slowly lowering it again, afraid of disturbing this fleeting peace.

"Haa..." Zi Yan softly exhaled a sweet breath. The warm air between them seemed to still carry the lingering aftertaste of that sweetness.

The blush on her face had yet to fully fade, making her look like a ripe apple. Her