That night, the rest Luo Xiao had, made him feel like he had fallen into a heavenly cloud, and basked in the setting sun with a smile on his face. It had been absolutely wonderful, and when the moving light from the window finally hit his eyes late in the morning, he muttered under his tongue some unintelligible words and rolled over, inadvertently ending up in Jiang Yao’s open arms.
“Oh!” he gasped, suddenly fully awake as he opened his eyes to look at the prince.
Jiang Yao looked so perfect as their eyes met that his breath just stopped. His defined, shaped features were outlined by the warm light, and his black eyes seemed to absorb it and twinkle in return. His lips and eyebrows were perfectly shaped, and together with a few stray hairs that fell on top of his face seem to outline everything perfectly. Everything about him was just so beautiful, so much so that Luo Xiao found himself entranced.