Leng Youchen, half-asleep and half-awake, felt someone watching him. He slowly propped himself up and sleepily gazed toward the head of the bed, meeting those forthright eyes. In his phoenix-like eyes, it seemed as if fireworks were simultaneously bursting, dazzling and blinding.
"You're awake?"
His voice was very light, as if afraid of waking something. Looking at her phoenix eyes, he hardly dared blink, his brow tousled with stray hairs, giving him a slightly silly and adorable appearance.
Anning tugged at her lips lightly and raised her hand to touch his face, but before she could, his large palm tightly grasped hers, and his stubbled cheek pressed against hers.
"Do you know, you scared me to death."
