His gaze fell on Shi Xiaoya's sweet, sleeping face. Her long lashes were actually so thick that it cast a slight shadow under her eyes.
Her fair, tender skin had a light layer of powder on top of it, which bore an uncanny resemblance to the crystal prawn dumplings he had at home this morning.
The white, translucent skin was tender, wrapping the prawn inside of it. The pinkish hue of the prawn filling glowed from within.
Han Zhuoling's throat rumbled. He really wanted to tryβto have a taste of Shi Xiaoya and compare it with the crystal prawn dumpling to see which one tasted better.
He lowered his gaze slightly, and it fell on her lips.
He wondered how she did it, falling so soundly asleep within such a short time.
In her sound sleep, her lips parted slightly, making her lips look so soft and tender.
