She grabbed the blanket above her head, lifted it up, and adjusted her posture.

She moved her body and leaned towards Mu Qi.

Yan Bai's movements were very light.

She was afraid to wake him up.

Mu Qi only showed half of his face.

However, just half a sheet is heartwarming.

His slender eyelashes are fine and beautiful, and when he closes his eyes, he feels very serene.

He was a gentle man.

As soon as it calmed down, the feeling of comfort spread.

Yan Bai originally wanted to see if he was asleep, but who knew that when she put her eyes on Mu Qi's face, she couldn't take her off.

His skin was white, not of the healthy white, but of a, pale, sickly white.

Yan Bai approached him, and she stopped just over ten centimeters away from him.

Yan Bai prostrated down, and she let her gaze be parallel to Mu Qi.

She draped the blanket over her.

And then......

She stretched out her hand and quickly poked Mu Qi's face.

After poking, Yan Bai pulled the blanket, covered his body, and hid it.

Mu Qi actually didn't sleep.

He just closed his eyes.

He had noticed Yan Bai's movements early on, but he wanted to see what she would do while he was sleeping.

When he noticed the little girl's approach, he had some doubts in his heart, but at the same time, the doubts were accompanied by anticipation, as well as ...... A little nervous.

He felt her stop very close to him, his breathing stagnant.

He was looking forward to her next move.

After a few moments, he felt a poke in his face.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind blew towards him, and it was the wind set off by Yan Bai's blanket.

Even if Mu Qi didn't open his eyes, he knew the little girl's movements.

He stifled a laugh and didn't move.

Yan Bai shrank into the blanket and waited for a while.

When she heard no movement outside, she lifted the blanket and took a look.

Then, she found that Mu Qi still maintained her original appearance.

So, she quietly poked her head out again.

Yan Bai stretched out his face, only a few centimeters away from being able to touch his face.

She looked at him quietly.

Well.

His eyes were closed well, and he didn't seem to be awake.

Since Mu Qi didn't wake up, Yan Bai became bold.

She propped one hand on the armrest, staring at Mu Qi's side face up close.

Her gaze stopped at Mu Qi's eyes.

Like a painter's brush, the most perfect curve.

His eyes closed, soft, quiet.

Yan Bai felt that how could a person be so good-looking.

Not to mention good-looking, but also all-round, laundry and cooking, reading and singing, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there is nothing he is not proficient in.

Demons, what demons.

Yan Bai smacked his lips.

She suddenly became interested.

Yan Bai stretched out his hand, and his fingertips roamed over Mu Qi's face.

Her movements were extremely light, and she was afraid to wake him up.

Mu Qi only felt that his face was a little itchy.

Yan Bai's fingertips slid into Mu Qi's eyelids, and she delicately painted the appearance of his eyelids.

Then, coming to his nose, she rested her fingertips on the tip of his, and pressed mischievously.

As you press it, you let out a soft laugh.

Mu Qi could hear her voice, and he knew that she was painting his face.

In his heart, the sweet feeling seemed to be about to be irrepressible, and Mu Qi's breathing stagnated for two seconds.

If he could, he really wanted to, wake up immediately, grab her, and kiss her violently.

But Mu Qi still held back.

After pressing his nose, Yan Bai's fingertips came to Mu Qi's lips.