1395 Misbehaving in His Arms

Even though the woman had woken up, she was not in a hurry to get up. Instead, she quietly snuggled up to him as she examined his face.

The man was particularly good-looking in his sleep, much to her surprise.

When he was awake, he was God's favored person and Disheng's elite leader with an emperor-like brilliance.

It seemed that, once he opened his handsome eyes, his delicate features and aura would encompass darkness and haughtiness.

He shed off his armor of thorns, though, in his quiet and deep sleep. Different from the usual brilliance, his handsome features were utterly tender.

Her gaze, then, fell on his sexy, thin lips.

His lips were very thin and perpetually looked haughty and even slightly stern.

She subconsciously reached a finger out to his mouth, carefully sketching his lip shape according to its outline.

It was said that people with thin lips were not devoted to love.

Her lips pursed slightly.

She found that to be a complete fallacy.

In her mind, this man was extremely affectionate and sincere.

Her gaze shifted to his eyes. With his eyes shut in his sleep, she could see that they were deep-set and framed by thick and long lashes.

From his ridiculously long lashes and deep-set eyes, she understood from whom Youyou had inherited his beautiful lashes.

His penetrating gaze was so alluring that it was simply heart-throbbing.

It turned out that the man and his sons all had pairs of deep-set eyes. Like the feathers of a black phoenix, their lashes were simply so beautiful they would cause an uproar in man and God.

She felt a little jealous of him.

Why did God love this man so much that he got sculpted into perfection?

On second thought, though, it was all thanks to God's love for him that the twins had superior genes.

She instantly felt gratified at that.

The woman secretly extended her hand to play with his lashes, rubbing them between her fingers from time to time.

Hmm…

They were very thick.

Like a mischievous cat, she comfortably nestled in his embrace and lazily played with his lashes without getting sick of them.

The man frowned in annoyance in his sleep and subconsciously reached out to smack her naughty hand away.

Feeling indignant, she again reached out to fiddle with his lashes when he fell into a deep sleep again. Her finger gently kneaded the peak of his brow before coming back to his glabella to try and smooth out the creases there.

Why did this man wear a stern look with a frown on his face even in his sleep?

She attempted to smoothen his knitted brows by carefully kneading them.

His eyes suddenly opened; his dark orbs were clear with consciousness.

She fell into a moment of distress.

"You're… awake?!"

Surely… she did not disturb him awake?

Unbeknown to her, this man was a light sleeper; even the gentlest movement would easily startle him awake.

His eyes glinted the moment he opened them, but as his blurry vision cleared up and took in her delicate appearance, his piercing gaze gradually faded.

Earlier this morning, he awakened slightly when she turned over. He could vaguely sense someone secretly playing with his lashes in his trance.