ZHEN LONG
A soft puff of wind lifted the curtains, allowing a thin stream of sunlight which fell directly on his face.
His skin glimmered in the light, a sight too breathtaking to ignore.
My lips stretched into a smile, watching his back rise and fall to the rhythm of his soft breathing.
He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. So fragile. I had always enjoyed waking up at six in the morning just to catch an hour of his sleeping form before he woke up at seven.
Freshly awoken Yichen was always a sight for sore eyes. Tousled hair, lazy eyes, overall groggy demeanor. For those first thirty seconds, he was not the fully controlled C-Gen Alpha who held himself to such a high standard of perfectionism.
I wished this was a permanent arrangement. I missed waking up next to him like this. I missed him.
It was already half past ten, and he still showed no sign of waking up. I guess that was to be expected after a full week of non-stop rigorous activity.
