The bedroom was spacious and quiet. Qin Yu's outline was visible on the large bed, and he seemed to be soundly asleep.
Fortunately, he was asleep.
Ah Da exhaled a sigh of relief, slowly stretching out a small foot, turning her body, and gently closing the door.
She tiptoed to the other side of the bed and, upon seeing Qin Yu with his eyes closed up close, was momentarily stunned. She couldn't help but admire how long his eyelashes were, the high bridge of his nose, his thin lips – no matter how she looked at him, he was attractive.
Suddenly, she remembered the story he had told about a little boy. Of course, she knew this boy was not that "little boy." His parents were incompetent, but the genetics were fine, combining to produce the unique Qin Yu.
No matter how she looked, she never tired of it.
Even with a cold face, he was good-looking – just too fierce.
