The next day, when Qin Zhao woke up, she felt suffocated, like a ghost was pressing down on her. If she hadn't opened her eyes to see Chu Yan's handsome face, she might have lashed out.
He was truly exceptionally good-looking, with long eyelashes and finely chiseled features that were serene and perfect. His peaceful sleeping face had none of that bone-deep coldness.
The bright red tear mole under his eye was like a stroke of genius. Although Chu Yan was clearly not a fragile person, he somehow evoked a sense of pity in others. Perhaps... she was the only one who felt that way.
Before going to sleep, they had each lain on their own side of the bed.
But now, Chu Yan had her wrapped in his arms, in a protective stance, or perhaps it was to prevent anyone else from taking her, keeping her tightly secured at his side.
Qin Zhao felt something crawling on her, somewhat unable to move.
