Once the line of sight is fixed, Muyan's newly recovered breathing suddenly stagnates again.
A handsome face came into view without any hindrance, which made her heart skip a beat.
Di Ming Jue, who usually opens his eyes, has a pair of dark and deep ice blue eyes.
His entire body exuded a lofty arrogance and aloofness.
It's like the emperor who reigns over the world, making people unconsciously want to surrender at his feet.
But the man who fell asleep at this time—
The light and shadow fell on his fair face, reflecting the sharp-edged face.
Under the sword-shaped eyebrows that fly obliquely into the temples, there are long and slightly curled eyelashes.
The long eyelashes drooping slightly covered those cold eyes, softening his whole demeanor.
Under the handsome bridge of the nose, there is a pair of thin lips.
The lip line was tight, with a hint of solemnity.
But sleeping peacefully like this gave people a kind of childish cuteness inexplicably.
Muyan's vision is a bit blurred.
When she was unconscious, she vaguely saw Di Ming Jue's face.
At that time, she thought it was her dream.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be true.
This man is really back.
She stretched out her hand uncontrollably, and gently stroked the man's eyebrows, as if she wanted to confirm that he was real.
Fingertips pointing at the black eyebrows, eyes closed, lips thinned and pursed...
The fingers volleyed on the man's lips and stopped quietly.
Inexplicably want to touch it, whether it is the warm touch in memory.
Suddenly, Muyan seemed to suddenly realize what she was doing, her face flushed.
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, his wrist was suddenly covered with a warm touch.
With a tight wrist, the whole person was pulled over and fell into the arms of the man.
The familiar clearness rushes towards his face, accompanied by the man's unique smell, making Muyan's already flushed cheeks even redder.
"Let... let go!" When she spoke, she realized how flustered her voice was, "Di Ming Jue, what are you doing?"
The man bent down slightly, and breathed hot breath into her ear, "Shouldn't I ask you this question? Yanyan, what do you want to do while I'm sleeping?"
Muyan didn't expect that she would be caught straight.
She was so guilty that she had no choice but to sternly say: "Don't talk nonsense, how can I..."
Di Ming Jue looks at her blushing face.
The anger that was originally caused by seeing Chang Yu hugging her dissipated without a trace at this moment.
He firmly clasped Muyan's slender wrist, and pressed it against his chest, "Why do you need to be sneaky about Yanyan, if you want to touch it, you can touch it as you want for your husband."
"Shut up!" Muyan finally became angry from embarrassment, and jumped up, "Who said I want to touch you, I just want to slap you awake."
However, before Muyan could jump off the bed, she was pulled back by a strong force.
For a moment, the sky was spinning, and Muyan's hands were pressed on top of her head.
The man's tall figure enveloped her firmly.
Di Ming Jue's flawless handsome face is close at hand, her deep blue eyes fully reflect her shadow.
"Yan Yan, long time no see, do you miss me for a moment?"
When talking, the man's warm breath sprayed on his face, making Muyan feel his skin numb and itchy, as if a layer of goosebumps appeared.
She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Di Ming Jue again, "Whether you miss me or not, but I miss you very much... when I can't see you, I... think of you all the time..."