The sunlight came in, gently and softly. Han Jing turned her head to see Su Yu still asleep, his long lashes casting a light shadow under his eyelids, quiet like a beautiful dream. She rarely saw Su Yu sleep so peacefully; even though he looked a bit disheveled now, the scent of wine still lingering around him, leaning against the steps where she'd placed a soft pillow, his black hair scattered all over, with both arms tightly wrapped around her waist.
Yet his excessively delicate features easily brushed away any trace of dishevelment, making him appear just like a sleeping beauty.
It made the viewer's throat a bit dry, Han Jing thought, but she herself had drunk wine all night, feeling a bit thirsty.
She instinctively licked her lips, then moved closer to Su Yu's face, and as if led by some ghostly urge, she kissed him on the lips.
