Early the next morning, as the sunrise just pierced through the curtains into the room, Shen Qiang woke up feeling a slight itch on his cheek. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the embodiment of happiness, the charming and unparalleled beauty, starlet Song Weiyin, resting her head on her snow-white arm, looking at him with endless contentment.
The sunrise streaming through the curtains not only cast a golden light on the strands of her hair falling across her forehead but also added a sparkling layer to her tender face, akin to a freshly peeled egg, leaving Shen Qiang momentarily entranced.
At this moment, she wore no makeup, yet her face was as flawless as jade, brows like artwork, eyes like morning stars, her clear and natural eyes with long lashes, and under her well-shaped nose, her petite cherry lips appeared soft and coyly pink.
Clean and transparent.
The strands of hair falling across her forehead emitted a subtle, delicate fragrance.
