Once her line of sight is fixed, Muyan's breathing, which had just recovered, suddenly stagnates once again.
A handsome face comes into view without any hindrance, making her heartbeat completely disorderly.
Di Ming Jue, who usually opens his eyes, has a pair of deep, dark, ice-blue eyes.
From top to bottom, there's a lofty and aloof coldness.
Just like an Emperor who rules over the world, making people unconsciously want to kneel down at his feet.
But the man who's sleeping right now –
The light falls on his fair face, reflecting the sharp angles of his face.
Under the sword-like eyebrows, there are thick, long, and slightly curled eyelashes.
The long eyelashes gently droop, covering those ice-cold eyes, making his entire temperament soften.
Under the handsome bridge of his nose, there's a pair of thin lips.
The line of his lips is taut, carrying a trace of solemnity.
But sleeping peacefully like this, it inexplicably gives people a kind of childlike cuteness.
Muyan's vision is somewhat blurred.
When she was unconscious, she vaguely saw Di Ming Jue's face.
At that time, she thought that it was her own dream.
But she didn't expect that it would actually be true.
This man, he really came back.
Her hand uncontrollably reaches out, gently caressing the man's eyebrows, as if to confirm that he really exists.
Her fingertips lightly touch those ink-black eyebrows, the tightly closed eyes, and the thin, lightly pursed lips …
Her fingers touch the man's lips in the air, and quietly stop.
She inexplicably wants to touch it, to see if it's the warm touch in her memory.
Suddenly, Muyan seems to realize what she's doing, and her face reddens.
Just as she's about to take her hand back, her wrist is suddenly covered with a warm touch.
Her wrist tightens, and her whole body is pulled over, falling into the man's embrace.
A familiar coolness hits her in the face, accompanied by the man's unique scent, making Muyan's flushed cheeks even redder.
"Let … let go!" When she opens her mouth, she realizes how flustered her voice is, "Di Ming Jue, what are you doing?"
The man bends down slightly, his hot breath at her ear, "Shouldn't Ben Jun be asking you this? Yanyan, what do you want to do while I'm sleeping? "
Muyan didn't expect that she would be caught red-handed.
She felt extremely guilty and could only put on a strong front. "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't …"
Di Ming Jue looks at her blushing little face.
The anger he felt when he saw Chang Yu hugging her disappeared without a trace at this moment.
He firmly clasps Muyan's slender wrist and presses it against his chest, "Yanyan, why do you have to be so sneaky? Where else do you want to touch, your husband will let you touch as you please."
"Shut up!" Mu Yan finally flew into a rage out of humiliation and jumped up, "Who said I wanted to touch you? I just wanted to slap you awake."
However, before Mu Yan could even jump off the bed, he was already pulled back by a strong force.
For a moment, the world spins, and Muyan's hands are pressed on top of her head.
The man's tall figure enveloped her completely.
Di Ming Jue's peerlessly handsome face is within reach, his serene blue eyes are filled with her reflection.
"Yan Yan, long time no see. Did you miss me even for a moment?"
As he spoke, the man's warm breath blew on his face, causing Mu Yan's skin to feel numb and itchy, as if there was a layer of goosebumps.
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