Early the next morning, when the morning sunlight lit up the curtains, Nalan Tianyu, resting her head on Shen Qiang's arm, even in her sleep displayed a sweet smile filled with happiness and immense satisfaction. She lightly nudged Shen Qiang's chin, then stiffened for a few seconds in silence before opening her eyes.
Shen Qiang turned his head and smiled at her.
Instantly, her pretty face flushed red, her beautiful eyes shyly frozen for a moment. Then she blocked Shen Qiang's view with her warm, soft little hand, saying shyly and urgently, "Don't look, you're not allowed to look."
Shen Qiang laughed, gently grabbed her fair wrist, lightly kissed her palm, and said with a smile, "You're so cruel, having such beauty yet not letting me admire it, this is torture for me."
Playful Nalan Tianyu giggled, then bashfully said, "So mushy."
Shen Qiang laughed, "There's even more mushy stuff, do you want to know?"
