Seeing her sleeping soundly, Lu Jinyan couldn't bear to disturb her, so he simply parked the car and tilted his head to look at Wen Duoduo's sleeping face.
He turned down the music and, turning his head, discovered that Wen Duoduo's head had slipped under the car pillow sometime, her body tilted, looking quite uncomfortable.
He reached out his hand, cautiously cradling her head.
For a moment, he couldn't resist, using his thumb to gently caress her sweet and round face.
His movements were like touching precious porcelain. After a while, he withdrew his hand; his slightly curved finger joints traced down her neck, stopping at her collar.
He had never had the habit of sneaking a feel, but in front of Wen Duoduo, it was the first time he lost control.
He leaned in, his lips brushed her cheek lightly like the touch of a dragonfly, inadvertently hearing her feather-light breathing, teasing his ears.
Wen Duoduo moved, as if she was about to wake up.
