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When Si Chen came home and got into bed after a shower, Tong Yao had already fallen asleep. Perhaps tired from activities during the day, she was sleeping soundly. The sound of the door opening only made her stir slightly, turning over before slipping back into slumber. Her doe-like eyes were tightly shut, radiating a peaceful aura akin to a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale.
Her skin had darkened a bit since she first moved here, but that didn't diminish the appeal of her features in the slightest. The adorable chubbiness of her youthful cheeks was still there, tempting one to joyfully pinch them.
Si Chen complied with this temptation and lightly put his hand on Tong Yao's face. Her cheeks were as soft as tofu, exuding moist tenderness as if the slightest pressure could squeeze out water. If he had to use an idiom to describe it, it was like her skin was as fragile as a ball of fluff.