He withdrew his hand from Fang Zhi's mouth and gently wiped her swollen lips with his index finger. The restless impulse was driving him crazy.
He took a deep breath, looked into her bright, clear eyes, and said in a low, husky voice, "Sleep well, goodnight, Zhizhi."
......
As night deepened, she realized she wasn't sleepy at all. She wanted to move around but ultimately refrained.
The man's breathing above his head gradually became steady.
Even when he's asleep, he'll hold her tightly in his arms, possessively. If she moves even slightly, his arms will instinctively tighten. His domineering style is completely at odds with his appearance.
It seems he's been like this ever since they first shared a bed. Because during the first month, she couldn't accept it and often had trouble falling asleep, so she couldn't help but toss and turn in his arms.
When she wakes him up, he will kiss her in his sleepy state and then pull her closer to his chest.
The moonlight outside the window resembled a pool of clear, bright water.
By the moonlight, Fang Zhi looked up at the man's sharp, clean-cut jawline, then up to his high, straight nose, and down to his prominent Adam's apple and muscular chest.
Just half an hour ago, he thought she was asleep, but in fact she was just pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed.
She could feel him kiss her earlobe, stroke her eyebrows and eyes, and whisper a confession in her ear: Zhizhi, I love you.
Do you love me?
Tonight, she vaguely sensed a very subtle change in her feelings for her brother.
She didn't know if it was good or bad.
But she knew that, like the butterfly effect, sometimes a small change can influence the course of events.
With Qi Shen on one side and the cultural performance on the other, Fang Zhi gradually drifted off to sleep as these two thoughts tugged at each other.
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