There was a dim yellow light in the room, and the sweet fragrance of a young girl assailed his nostrils.
Feng Sinan stood by the door and saw a small ball curled up on the soft bed. Su Xiaoying was lying there, already asleep.
No matter how far he walked, he felt that he had returned home when he came back here.
Feng Sinan stepped forward and stood by the bed. He lowered his handsome eyes and looked at Su Xiaoying who was sleeping soundly.
Half of her soft and pretty face was scattered in her pure black hair. Because of her sleepiness, her small face was flushed. Butterfly feathers were quietly hanging down. She looked pitiful and sweet.
Feng Sinan couldn’t help it. He reached out his slender fingers and gently caressed her small face.
Her skin was as soft and smooth as a baby’s, making one unable to put it down.
Su xiaoying woke up.
She opened her eyes and looked at the man beside the bed.
