An Mingji lowered his gaze gently, watching the person in his arms with eyes soft as water. If Gu Jin opened his eyes, he would surely drown in An Mingji's gaze.
Only at this time did An Mingji dare to fully release his deep affection.
He knew his possessive desire toward Gu Jin and the occasionally dark, extreme thoughts within him. Afraid of scaring Ah Jin, he usually didn't show them easily.
At this moment, the way the other person slept peacefully pleased him greatly. An Mingji's lips unconsciously curved into a joyful arc.
Just holding Ah Jin like this, with no one disturbing them, time seemed to stop, and that was quite nice.
He cherished this time of solitude without interference.
It was as if between heaven and earth, only he and Ah Jin remained, with no one to disrupt them.
On the table, the phone screen within the barrier dimmed, but it quickly lit up again.
The call was from Wanqi Jingyi, presumably the result from the Chen Palace had already come through.
