The next morning.
Li Shengxia woke up from her sleep to find Mo Nianchen still lying beside her. Last night was like a dream, vaguely appearing in front of his eyes.
She stretched out her fingers and traced the arc of his face. Such a handsome and beautiful face must be the most beautiful side profile she had ever seen in her life.
Mo Nianchen…Mo Nianchen…Mo Nianchen…
Ah, Chen…
She did not even dare to call his name so intimately because it would reveal her anxiety and uneasiness. Therefore, she always called him by his full name. Mo Nianchen, Mo Nianchen. It was as if this way, she could maintain a vague distance from him and not let anyone see through her secret.
Just the gentle murmur of his name made her heart beat faster.
The year she met him, she never thought that this bond would be so deep.
Every time he wanted to escape, he only sank deeper and deeper.
Li Shengxia came back to her senses at that thought. She propped herself up gently to wash up.