When Nan Yu woke up again, she was nestled in Huo Juanyan's arms.
She slightly raised her head and could see Huo Juanyan's well-defined jawline, sharp and striking, then his high nose bridge, and finally, his cool and deep-set eyes.
Her gaze landed at last on his pale, thin lips.
After their kiss last night, she had leaned against Huo Juanyan's chest and fallen asleep without realizing it.
But that kiss—she remembered it vividly.
His breath, his dominance...
Nan Yu's face flushed red, and she instantly lowered her head, not daring to dwell on the memory of that kiss.
Suddenly, she felt a tightening sensation around her waist.
The next second, warm breaths brushed against her ear.
"Awake?"
Hearing his voice, Nan Yu quickly lifted her head and looked at Huo Juanyan.
In a flash, she was ensnared by his deep, captivating eyes.
She pressed her lips together. "I'm awake."
Huo Juanyan lowered his head, pulling her even more tightly into his embrace.
