Chapter 199
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After a while of soundless watching, Luo Yibei closed in for another kiss. The unresponsive Fang Chixia however, chose the moment to awaken.
Luo Yibei halted in his descent as his eyes flickered up to her eyes.
Fang Chixia blinked in confusion, still in the state of sleepiness and was unsure how she found herself in such as a situation upon waking up.
Looking at each other’s eyes, quietly watching the flares deep within, she froze for a few seconds before pushing him away and distancing herself away from his, her face burning in embarrassment.
“Wake up.” Luo Yibei whispered a tad lazily, sounding cheery at her discomfort.
“En.” Fang Chixia averted her eyes elsewhere. She tilted her head slightly sideways, closed her eyes and continued napping ignoring his presence.
Her hair was loosely tied so when her head tipped down, strands of hair slithered from the hairline, and her soft, long hair discreetly scattered on her shoulders.
With the gentle breeze blowing, her hair was once again blown disorderly with several wisps sent restlessly fluttering against her cheeks, stirring small clear shallow arcs, gently soft.
Though disheveled, it made someone’s heart throb, titillating him.
Black hair and blushing lips, skin white as snow, Fang Chixia at the moment, let Luo Yibei picture how she has appeared last night. She stood in the middle of the night with her long hair billowing in the wind, that picture was truly mind-blowing.
Watching her sleep, Luo Yibei raised his hand and then pulled off an unusual gesture —
His big hand went over her head and deliberately tousled her hair. He watched as strands rose with the blowing of the wind, some fluttering past her lustrous lips, before landing on them, he stretched his hand again.
Fang Chixia closed her eyes, to distance herself and just to get away from him. Since she wasn’t quite fast asleep, her eyes swaged wide open and found herself speechless in the oddity of his actions.
Luo Yibei played with her hair, his big hand mussing her head repeatedly rendering her head ruffled dishevelledly, like a pile of grass.
For the life of her, Fang Chixia couldn’t make sense of what he was doing so woodenly, she turned to the side and asked him stonily, “What are you doing?”
Questioned suddenly after a while, Luo Yibei made no point for introspection. The hand covering her head remained in place.
Fingertips later tucked a silky strand blocking her cheek behind her ear before he answered passively, “I’m helping you fix your hair.”
His hands put on airs like geographers to sort out her hair, as if there was nothing wrong with it, he continued to lift strands of hair and tuck them appreciatively.
“Hands off!” Fang Chixia narrowed her eyes on his hand, her eyes spitting fire.
She must really be angry as her jaws were clenched tight.
What did he take her for? A kitty? A puppy?
Luo Yibei shot a glance down at her and must have realized that his behavior went too far, but he still didn’t withdraw his hand.
Somewhat enraged, Fang Chixia lifted her own hands to brush his hands away except Luo Yibei took her hand and wrapped it around his neck at the same time he hoisted her up to his long legs.
Taken unawares, Fang Chixia looked up to his face with an astounded expression lingering on her face.
Luo Yibei remained taciturn and resumed his mission, fixing her hair nonchalantly, smoothing every wisp back, stroking each meticulously.
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After a while of soundless watching, Luo Yibei closed in for another kiss. The unresponsive Fang Chixia however, chose the moment to awaken.
Luo Yibei halted in his descent as his eyes flickered up to her eyes.
Fang Chixia blinked in confusion, still in the state of sleepiness and was unsure how she found herself in such as a situation upon waking up.
Looking at each other’s eyes, quietly watching the flares deep within, she froze for a few seconds before pushing him away and distancing herself away from his, her face burning in embarrassment.
“Wake up.” Luo Yibei whispered a tad lazily, sounding cheery at her discomfort.
“En.” Fang Chixia averted her eyes elsewhere. She tilted her head slightly sideways, closed her eyes and continued napping ignoring his presence.
Her hair was loosely tied so when her head tipped down, strands of hair slithered from the hairline, and her soft, long hair discreetly scattered on her shoulders.
With the gentle breeze blowing, her hair was once again blown disorderly with several wisps sent restlessly fluttering against her cheeks, stirring small clear shallow arcs, gently soft.
Though disheveled, it made someone’s heart throb, titillating him.
Black hair and blushing lips, skin white as snow, Fang Chixia at the moment, let Luo Yibei picture how she has appeared last night. She stood in the middle of the night with her long hair billowing in the wind, that picture was truly mind-blowing.
Watching her sleep, Luo Yibei raised his hand and then pulled off an unusual gesture —
His big hand went over her head and deliberately tousled her hair. He watched as strands rose with the blowing of the wind, some fluttering past her lustrous lips, before landing on them, he stretched his hand again.
Fang Chixia closed her eyes, to distance herself and just to get away from him. Since she wasn’t quite fast asleep, her eyes swaged wide open and found herself speechless in the oddity of his actions.
Luo Yibei played with her hair, his big hand mussing her head repeatedly rendering her head ruffled dishevelledly, like a pile of grass.
For the life of her, Fang Chixia couldn’t make sense of what he was doing so woodenly, she turned to the side and asked him stonily, “What are you doing?”
Questioned suddenly after a while, Luo Yibei made no point for introspection. The hand covering her head remained in place.
Fingertips later tucked a silky strand blocking her cheek behind her ear before he answered passively, “I’m helping you fix your hair.”
His hands put on airs like geographers to sort out her hair, as if there was nothing wrong with it, he continued to lift strands of hair and tuck them appreciatively.
“Hands off!” Fang Chixia narrowed her eyes on his hand, her eyes spitting fire.
She must really be angry as her jaws were clenched tight.
What did he take her for? A kitty? A puppy?
Luo Yibei shot a glance down at her and must have realized that his behavior went too far, but he still didn’t withdraw his hand.
Somewhat enraged, Fang Chixia lifted her own hands to brush his hands away except Luo Yibei took her hand and wrapped it around his neck at the same time he hoisted her up to his long legs.
Taken unawares, Fang Chixia looked up to his face with an astounded expression lingering on her face.
Luo Yibei remained taciturn and resumed his mission, fixing her hair nonchalantly, smoothing every wisp back, stroking each meticulously.
After a while of soundless watching, Luo Yibei closed in for another kiss. The unresponsive Fang Chixia however, chose the moment to awaken.Luo Yibei halted in his descent as his eyes flickered up to her eyes.Fang Chixia blinked in confusion, still in the state of sleepiness and was unsure how she found herself in such as a situation upon waking up.Looking at each other's eyes, quietly watching the flares deep within, she froze for a few seconds before pushing him away and distancing herself away from his, her face burning in embarrassment.Wake up. Luo Yibei whispered a tad lazily, sounding cheery at her discomfort.En. Fang Chixia averted her eyes elsewhere. She tilted her head slightly sideways, closed her eyes and continued napping ignoring his presence.Her hair was loosely tied so when her head tipped down, strands of hair slithered from the hairline, and her soft, long hair discreetly scattered on her shoulders.With the gentle breeze blowing, her hair was once again blown disorderly with several wisps sent restlessly fluttering against her cheeks, stirring small clear shallow arcs, gently soft.Though disheveled, it made someone's heart throb, titillating him.Black hair and blushing lips, skin white as snow, Fang Chixia at the moment, let Luo Yibei picture how she has appeared last night. She stood in the middle of the night with her long hair billowing in the wind, that picture was truly mind-blowing.Watching her sleep, Luo Yibei raised his hand and then pulled off an unusual gesture His big hand went over her head and deliberately tousled her hair. He watched as strands rose with the blowing of the wind, some fluttering past her lustrous lips, before landing on them, he stretched his hand again.Fang Chixia closed her eyes, to distance herself and just to get away from him. Since she wasn't quite fast asleep, her eyes swaged wide open and found herself speechless in the oddity of his actions.Luo Yibei played with her hair, his big hand mussing her head repeatedly rendering her head ruffled dishevelledly, like a pile of grass.For the life of her, Fang Chixia couldn't make sense of what he was doing so woodenly, she turned to the side and asked him stonily, What are you doing?Questioned suddenly after a while, Luo Yibei made no point for introspection. The hand covering her head remained in place.Fingertips later tucked a silky strand blocking her cheek behind her ear before he answered passively, I'm helping you fix your hair.His hands put on airs like geographers to sort out her hair, as if there was nothing wrong with it, he continued to lift strands of hair and tuck them appreciatively.Hands off! Fang Chixia narrowed her eyes on his hand, her eyes spitting fire.She must really be angry as her jaws were clenched tight.What did he take her for? A kitty? A puppy?Luo Yibei shot a glance down at her and must have realized that his behavior went too far, but he still didn't withdraw his hand.Somewhat enraged, Fang Chixia lifted her own hands to brush his hands away except Luo Yibei took her hand and wrapped it around his neck at the same time he hoisted her up to his long legs.Taken unawares, Fang Chixia looked up to his face with an astounded expression lingering on her face.Luo Yibei remained taciturn and resumed his mission, fixing her hair nonchalantly, smoothing every wisp back, stroking each meticulously.
