"Uh...master?" Fen Wén called Mao Mao in a soft voice. She thought that waking him up would be the best choice even though she pitied Mao Mao. He must be tired, his day off should be resting all day rather than going to the festival!
Feeling guilty, Fen Wén looked at Mao Mao's sleeping face and sighed. The young man still didn't respond. He was sleeping peacefully. When he's like this, he looked so cute and innocent unlike his charismatic self whenever he was at work.
Somehow, Mao Mao's sleeping face made Fen Wén couldn't help but be drawn to it. Unblinking, the girl squatted down next to the bed and propped her chin. She stared at Mao Mao's face while holding back her breath.
'Why is he so handsome?' Fen Wén thought in her head. The girl saw Mao Mao's long eyelashes were fluttering as he breathed steadily. His smooth, white skin looked like a baby skin under the soft sunlight.
