His eyelids grew heavier and heavier and soon everything in front of him faded into a blur of white…
Shang Qinghua sighed helplessly and sat up a little.
He had come here expecting to sleep well, just like the past few nights, but he hadn't expected Yue Mingxuan to fall asleep right on top of him while giving a massage.
With a small shake of his head, Shang Qinghua turned over and gently pulling the sleeping man into his arms.
A faint and soft fragrance surrounded him instantly.
For the first time in his life, he found himself holding someone in his sleep. And this person whose sleeping posture was far from graceful made him both amused and strangely unsettled.
Shang Qinghua couldn't explain the unfamiliar flutter in his chest.
He knew he should leave immediately, yet when he looked down at the peaceful expression on Yue Mingxuan's face, he felt an unexpected reluctance to move at all.
The night wind blew softly through the quiet courtyard.
