The deep night, the sound of thunder and rain was incessant, and the wind carried rain to beat against the balcony's floor-to-ceiling windows.
But inside the room, it was quiet and warm.
So quiet that only the light and shallow breathing of the young girl could be heard.
Half asleep, maybe feeling a bit cold, she burrowed her little head into his arms.
Her hands tightly circled his waist, as if she was afraid the big heater in front of her would slip away.
Yet Yan Yan was unable to sleep because of her rubbing.
He lowered his sleepless phoenix eyes, looking at her in his arms, his gaze even darker and more dangerous than the night outside.
Especially when his gaze fell on those slightly pouting, watery lips.
Not knowing how much time had passed, he suddenly couldn't resist anymore, reaching out his hand, gently stroking the tender lips with his fingertip.
Soft, it inexplicably reminded him of jelly.
Even better than the feeling of pinching her little face.
