The sunlight entered the room through the window. Wei Liuying blinked her eyelids, adjusting her eyes to the new light. She felt tired and sore as if she had just finished the hellish training that Prince Ji Sheng designed without any preparation.
She raised her head and saw Yang Xian's handsome face. From up close, she noticed that his eyelashes were long. His defenseless expression looked cute. She had never seen him sleeping so soundly like this before. The last time, he was wounded and not in this peaceful situation.
"How long do you want to look at my face?" Yang Xian asked with a low grunt. He had woken up but felt her stares at him, so he didn't know how to greet her in this situation. Opening his eyes, he could see Wei Liuying lying next to him with her face close to him. Suddenly, he felt his throat dry.
Wei Liuying chuckled. "I'm just admiring my husband's face."