He fell asleep so quickly, it seemed he really was exhausted these past two days.
Indeed, after Su Zhishui's relentless performance, how could she easily let him go?
Mi Yao lifted her fan-like slender eyelashes, secretly glancing at him. His face was close to hers, and from this distance, his features were flawless.
His wet hair clung to his forehead, and his long lashes shaded the dark circles under his eyes. Without his usual grim severity, he appeared much softer and calmer.
He could get tired too...
Mi Yao gently rested her head on his sturdy arm, inhaling the clean, crisp scent mingled with a faint fragrance of his bath, and closed her eyes.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Mi Yao was awakened by a noise—her phone vibrating.
She opened her bleary eyes to see his phone ringing on his right side. She had woken up, but he was still asleep, probably completely worn out.
Mi Yao crept over carefully and picked up the phone. The caller ID displayed a name—Su Zhishui.
