He looked at the scene before him, but Yan Huaian was suddenly at a loss for words.
His mouth was dry, so he gulped hard, but he still could not move his gaze away from Yu Zi.
Yu Zi was wearing a large white T-shirt that did not cover anything at all right now.
She was a decent sleeper, but because she turned around when she was sleeping, the collar of her T-shirt had fallen askew, revealing one of her shoulders. The collar fell quite low, even revealing the softer parts of her body. Since it was thin and translucent, the white T-shirt could not hide that hint of cherry pink. Yan Huaian walked toward the couch like a man possessed, crouching down to look at Yu Zi. His gaze traveled from her face and moved downward, staring ever more intently.
Before he knew it, he was bending down…
