Pei Yuqing is still asleep, with his thick eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids, his nose straight and his chin showing a faint blue stubble.
Despite the stubble, his face still appears extremely clean, not at all like a twenty-seven-year-old man.
Xie Wanqing watched for a while, her gaze slowly sliding down to his chest.
... Did he not button up the shirt she unbuttoned last night?
She was very angry at the time, her mind filled with thoughts that since he made her so angry, he ought to accompany her in it.
Driven by anger, she actually did something like unbuttoning his shirt...
Xie Wanqing pursed her lips, and when she looked up again, her eyes met a pair of deep-set ones.
Seeing her look over, Pei Yuqing's gaze suddenly softened, he smiled: "Did you sleep well?"
This smile was as gentle as before, as if last night was calm and peaceful, and there was no distance between them.
But actually, they didn't even consummate their marriage.
