Zhao Lifei woke up in comfortable warmth, something she always sought for. She was cocooned within something hard, strong, safe… She tiredly opened her eyes, wanting to rub the sleepiness away, but found her arms trapped. She looked down and saw two thick, honey-toned skin biceps around her. She was fascinated by the muscles, wanting to poke it, but could not do so because of the brute who was hugging her too tight.
She found it amusing that even when he slept, he still had the urge to touch and cradle her in his embrace, not that she minded, for he was like her personal heater.
With great ordeal and a lot of wriggling, she was finally able to turn around to properly look at his sleeping face. He looked so innocent and peaceful when he slept, nothing like his awakened self. When she saw his dark circles had worsened, she wondered what types of nights he had for him to not get proper sleep, but then again, realized, she too, could not get a good sleep.
