Liu Ye lay on the bed with his clothes on, and Shen Tang lay beside him.
The bed in the sleeping palace was large, with a small distance separating the two of them as they lay on the same bed.
Shen Tang watched the sleeping man beside her.
His eyes were closed, with long, dense eyelashes, a tall and jade-white nose, beautifully curved lips, moist and pink, seemingly very kissable.
Compared to Xiao Jin, who was wild and masculine, he had a touch of gentleness and nobility.
Every inch of his features seemed painstakingly carved by God, without a hint of flaw, like the creator's favorite masterpiece, making people unable to resist the fascination just by looking.
Aware of the gaze beside him, the man's lashes trembled slightly.
Though he appeared to be sleeping soundly, a touch would reveal the subtle tension in his muscles, his whole body strung tight, as if lying beside him was not a loving partner but a vigilant enemy.
