Ji Yanche slowly lowered his head, softening his breath.
This close to Ruge's little face, he could clearly feel the girl's breath gently sprinkling on his own face.
The gentle breath, yet it felt like it was stirring his heartstrings.
Inside, a thought was being magnified infinitely:
Kiss her.
He would just... sneak a quick kiss.
Just a little.
Ji Yanche's beautiful lips moved a bit closer.
Their breaths entangled ambiguously.
"Mmm..." Ruge suddenly furrowed her brows, seemingly uncomfortable sleeping in this position.
She turned over, directly leaning on Ji Yanche's thigh, drowsily appearing to glance at him, "Ji Yanche, what are you doing?"
"Ahem." Ji Yanche quickly sat upright, looking elsewhere, "N-nothing, go back to sleep."
Ruge was really muddled in her sleep, the last sentence sounded more like sleep talk, not waiting for Ji Yanche to answer, she immediately fell back asleep.
She was resting her head on Ji Yanche's thigh, her legs draped across.
