บท 261: Assaulting Wen Haowen Out of Anger

At the crack of dawn, Si Yiyan woke up to the sight of Wen Xinya's head buried in his arms, curled up in his embrace, sleeping soundly. Seeing her long hair sprawled over his chest like seaweed, her small face plastered on his chest, he felt a sense of contentment and warmth.

Deeply asleep, her gorgeous looks had a tinge of childishness, her cheeks, not as pale and translucent as last night, were tainted with a mild blush, and her luscious, curly eyelashes, long and pretty, cast rows of elaborate shadows under her eyes—so beautiful it made his breathing and heartbeat hasten as a sense of desire and impulse naturally arose within his body.

His fingers lightly brushed across her face—that jade-like, exquisite, and tender sensation scalded his fingers slightly, and the burning bodily reaction made him retract his fingers.