Upon awakening early in the morning, Ning Fan opened his eyes, his slightly confused mind cleared as he took in the first breath of the morning air.
Steady breaths were sounding by his ear, Lan Kexin wasn't awake yet, and Ning Fan turned his head to look at her subconsciously.
The snow-white, flawless face with a rosy tint, and the black, lustrous strands of hair spread across the pillow, admiring Lan Kexin's beautiful sleeping face from such close proximity, Ning Fan subconsciously wanted to brush the hair from her face.
Just as he was about to raise his hand, he found it was tightly embraced.
Feeling the touch on his arm, Ning Fan showed a bitter smile because he knew Lan Kexin would definitely be overly excited when she woke up.
But right now, Ning Fan had no intention of waking Lan Kexin, instead wanting to enjoy the serenity of the moment a little longer.
