May Every Year Have This Day, Every Year This Morning

When Liu Chang'an opened his eyes that morning, the glass-paned window set into the nine-square wooden frame was covered in condensation. The room was warm and filled with a soft, lingering fragrance. Liu Chang'an took a deep breath, feeling as though he were immersed in velvet beneath the covers. Softness and smoothness enveloped his entire body, while his arm bore a slight weight. Turning his head, he saw An Nuan resting on his arm. Her long black hair spilled over the pristine white pillow and quilt, her lovely face as delicate as porcelain. Her thick, curled lashes crossed together, and even in deep sleep, her expression retained the satisfied ease that followed exhaustion. Clearly, this winter sleep was as enjoyable for her as it was for Liu Chang'an.

For lovers, having the girl rest her head on the man's shoulder as they embraced in sleep was undoubtedly a very sweet sleeping position. But in reality, ninety-nine percent of men could not let their shoulders bear the weight of a woman's head for an entire night.

An adult human head weighed roughly ten jin, generally accounting for seven to eight percent of an adult's body weight.

The fatter a person was, the bigger and heavier their head tended to be. Of course, that extra mass did not mean their brains were more developed; it was simply because there was more flesh on their faces.

Having one's arm endure that kind of weight all night was obviously neither comfortable nor easy.

But he was Liu Chang'an. So he merely turned his head and quietly watched An Nuan... She really was beautiful. Based on his own qualifications, perhaps he ought to crown her the most beautiful girl since the birth of humanity.

Then he remembered how he had once solemnly assured Qin Yanan