Skye Cheng slowly opened his eyes and found that he was nestling on Zara Ye's chest. The two soft lumps are close at hand, and the two bulges in the center of the collarbone are like tempting snacks, waiting for diners to pick. The faint scent of gardenia entangled her breath and disturbed her mind.
Skye Cheng was flustered and turned his head to avoid the almost pervasive aroma.
She recalled the K!ss last night, and thought that her heart was categorically rejecting it. Unexpectedly, in the end, her resistance did not gain the upper hand. Instead, she was robbed of her consciousness in the lingering grief.
Even she herself didn't know what was in her heart.
The young woman's sleeping face is so beautiful that it's intoxicating. Her long eyelashes glow a light golden color in the dim light of the morning, like an angel descending into the world.
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