Yun Xiaoran had been utterly exhausted the night before, so he had drifted off on the sofa.
Shen Jin kept her eyes fixed on him.
She had to admit, Yun Xiaoran looked rather handsome even in his sleeping pose.
The sofa was narrow, so Yun Xiaoran could only curl up against it. Fortunately, he did not snore, and Shen Jin watched him without looking away.
He slept deeply, looking utterly content.
Once Shen Jin was sure Yun Xiaoran was still fast asleep, a new interest stirred in her, though she had originally planned to go straight back to her room.
She slowly crouched down and leaned closer to Yun Xiaoran. Her lovely, peach-blossom-shaped eyes blinked in her fair face as she breathed softly, her slender, pale fingers inching toward his cheek.
Yun Xiaoran had the sort of face that only grew more attractive the longer she looked, with sharp brows and bright eyes. His hair was a little messy because he had forgotten to get it cut while writing his novel, but paired with his sleeping face, it gave him a different kind of charm.
Shen Jin had lost count of how many times she had touched Yun Xiaoran's face, but this was the first time she could stroke it as freely as she liked while he slept.
Finally, after gathering her courage and touching Yun Xiaoran's face, Shen Jin decided to give his cheek a little pinch.
Shen Jin carefully controlled the pressure of her fingers, afraid that one careless pinch would wake Yun Xiaoran. If that happened, no amount of explaining could get her out of it.
Fortunately, Shen Jin had put Yun Xiaoran through enough the night before that he was now sleeping like a log.
So warm...
That was Shen Jin's first thought as she pinched