Bibi Dong's Little Feet

The next day, early morning.

Morning light pierced through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains and spilled into the bedchamber, casting strips of pale gold across the smooth marble floor.

Dai Chengfeng woke first.

He remained lying on his side, his arm still loosely looped around Bibi Dong's waist.

A night had passed, and that position had not changed. By now, his arm had gone a little numb, but he did not want to move in the slightest.

Bibi Dong was still fast asleep.

She faced him, her sleeping face calm, missing her usual majesty and aloofness, instead showing a rare softness.

Her long, thick eyelashes cast a faint fan-shaped shadow beneath her eyes, and her breathing was even and lingering.

The hair scattered across the pillow was slightly messy, a few strands of black hair sticking to her fair cheeks, brushing faintly with her breaths.

Dai Chengfeng watched her quietly, his gaze moving from her brows and eyes, slowly to her slightly parted lips, then to the graceful line of her jaw, and finally landing on the stretch of clavicle exposed at the collar of her robe.

The morning light happened to fall there, making that patch of skin look lustrous and smooth as congealed cream.

He looked for a very long time, long enough for the sunlight to shift another inch, before he moved his body extremely lightly and carefully, trying to withdraw his numb arm without waking her.

However, the slight movement still disturbed her sleep.

Bibi Dong's brows furrowed lightly, and she unconsciously shrank further into his arms, letting out an almost inaudible nasal sound, as though expressing dissatisfaction.

Dai Chengfeng immediately stopped, not daring to move again.

After another while, Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly lifted her lids.

Her eyes, just opened