Blossoming Flowers

Chapter 106 - Sleeping Together

Jiang Yingyue was waiting for Han Qingshan. She went to the lounge and sat down on one of the sofas, looking at the room with a bit of intimidation. It was such a magnificent place, and she had truly never expected that she would ever visit a place like this.

On the table in the lounge area were different snacks of varying sizes. She munched on a bit of them, but she did not have much of an appetite.

It felt as if the time was going slowly, the minutes ticked by, and she would snack a bit from time to time, but her eyes rarely left the door to the bedroom.

Slowly, her eyes started closing. Her muscles had been taut the entire day, and she had experienced one scary situation after another. She had even encountered Zhou Yan and Lin Qiang, and it was as if the adrenaline in her body finally subsided.

Her eyelids got heavier and heavier before she finally succumbed to her tiredness, and she collapsed on the sofa, falling into a deep slumber.

When Han Qingshan finally made it out of the bathroom, he found that the bedroom was empty, and when he reached the lounge area, the first thing that landed in his sight was Jiang Yingyue who was curled up into a ball on the sofa.

Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes shut tightly, and her breathing even. She was dressed in the white pajamas, her body seemed so lithe and frail, not masculine at all. In fact, he could not help but think that the shape was extremely feminine.

When he saw her like this, he slowly moved towards her, and his hand reached out, starting to gently touch and play with her hair as he squatted in front of her.

As if she felt the touch in her sleep, Jiang Yingyue leaned against the hand, and a happy smile appeared on her lips.

The fire which had just been extinguished flamed up once more, but Han Qingshan had to hold back. He could not very well attack her while she was asleep.

So instead, he straightened himself, grabbed her body, and carried her like a princess towards the bedroom.

He gently placed her down on the bed, and then took the blanket and wrapped it around her, feeling that his throat was dry.

Looking at her sleeping face, he leaned down, and placed his lips on top of her soft plump ones; his tongue gently licked the soft lips, before diving in through the slightly parted lips.

His eyes were closed as he felt how she was responding subconsciously to him while sleeping, her tongue was being sucked on and played with, entangling with his, and it was not before she started whimpering from lack of oxygen that he finally released her.

She was still deeply asleep, but her lips, which previously had seemed extremely kissable, were now looking swollen, red, and with moisture on them. It was obvious to anyone that she had been kissed.

"I need to sleep," Han Qingshan muttered to himself while shaking his head."This is not good for me, and my self-control is seriously lacking."

He knew that if he did not stop now, he would be incapable of stopping himself, so with a final glance at those tempting lips, he sighed and turned around to the other side of the bed. He laid down and covered himself with the other half of the blanket.

As he was laying down in the bed, he looked beside him and saw the sleeping beauty, his heart feeling at ease. Yet moments after, the thought of her sitting with Zhou Yan appeared in his mind, and he instantly turned annoyed.

Grumbling, huffing, and puffing, Han Qingshan was in a foul mood, however, whenever he turned to the side and looked at Jiang Yingyue, his mood would brighten, and it did not take long for him to feel his eyelids turn heavy, and he allowed for his body to fall asleep.

It was early in the morning when Han Qingshan woke up again. What woke him up was not his phone as usual, but because his arm was numb; however, his heart was feeling warm and comfortable.

Blinking slightly, what he saw stunned him, and his body instantly went stiff. In his arms was Jiang Yingyue snuggling against his chest, using his arm as a pillow.

Her small dainty hands were pressed against his sturdy chest, and somehow the pajamas had been unbuttoned during the night, so her hand was right on his skin, feeling as if a piece of burning metal was pressed against him, currents of electricity running through his body.

When he looked down he could not help but frown. The woman was fitting right in his arms, it was as if she was molded after his embrace, her shape was simply perfect to hold.

When he looked at the sleeping woman, he tried to move slightly, but she just followed him, her head snuggling on his shoulder, a slight murmur escaping her lips.

"She is too feminine," Han Qingshan muttered. "This is not the body of a boy."

As the thought suddenly struck him, he felt stunned. This was indeed not the body of a boy. How could a boy be so feminine? How could a boy have such dainty and delicate hands? How could a boy be so elegant and refined?

Everything was confusing him at this moment, and doubt was in his eyes as he looked down on the woman in his arms. His hands grew restless and gently moved towards her chest area.