章 42: Manipulation Skills

Ziran opened his eyes groggily. Habitually he was about to get up when he felt a soft body pressing against him. He laid back again, letting one of his hands hover over her to ensure that the bright light doesn't interrupt her sleep. 

He let his eyes linger over the sleeping beauty. A person he adores is in his arms. Yes, it's indeed uncertain what the future holds for them. But at this very moment he couldn't wish for anything else. He caressed her cheeks, resisting the intention of pinching her soft jello like skin. Her eyelashes were lush and pretty. He brushed away a few baby hair from her small forehead. 

Xixi dreamt of a feather caressing her face. It felt a little ticklish yet comforting. After a while or so the feather paused on her lips. Wait a feather isn't supposed to bite, right? Why is it biting her lips? She tried to purse her lips together not letting the foreign feelings mess up with her mind.