Her breath was erratic and her chest rose and fell erratically.

Take a deep breath, hold on to the door frame, and slowly walk in.

The moment she entered, she saw a bed placed in front of the window of the wooden house.

An empty room with nothing but a bed.

A simple bed with no quilt and only one person.

An elegant and quiet one, wearing a pure white loose palace nightgown, like an angel——

woman.

Skin as delicate and flawless as white snow, long hair as smooth as golden seaweed.

Red lips as delicate as roses, and cheeks as pink and attractive as pomegranates...

A beautiful woman, so beautiful that it almost makes people lose their heartbeat and breath.

Just like Venus, the goddess of beauty in Greek mythology, no adjectives in the world can describe her beauty.

Nothing compares to her golden hair.

She lay quietly in the middle of the bed.

The bed is very spacious, big enough to accommodate three people.

Beside the wooden window, she closed her soft eyebrows and fell asleep quietly like a baby.

The wind outside was blowing gently, and the sun was carefully peeking through the window, but she knew nothing about it, as if all her senses had fallen into a deep sleep.

Along with her consciousness, body, and soul...

It was as if they were all asleep, peaceful and peaceful.

No matter how the outside world changes, it will not wake him up.

In this way, quiet and beautiful beauty is achieved.

It makes people marvel, but also makes people dare not disturb it.

I'm afraid of ruining this unique beauty in the world.

The person who stood at the door and suddenly broke in, his pale eyes fixed on the bed and the person on the bed.

After looking at it for a long time, he slowly stepped forward.

The wooden boards on the ground made a squeaking sound, rang several times, and finally stopped.

She stopped by the bed, lowered her head, and stared at the person on the bed.

The head is slightly tilted.

Seems a little confused.

Confused not knowing how to react.

Like a child seeing something new for the first time, he just stared at it.

Look at the face of the person lying on the bed, look at her body.

From the head you can see the feet, and from the feet you can see the head.

The more I looked, the more confused I became, and the more I looked, the more complicated my eyes became.

He even rubbed his eyes and nose for a while, beginning to doubt himself.

The little expression on the face with dots of freckles was a little cute.

So doubting myself, doubting life, doubting that this is fake, everything is just a dream.

I stared in a daze for who knows how long, and finally...

Her eyes fell on her chest.

With inquiry.

The hand behind his back stretched out slowly and tentatively.

It fell in mid-air, loose and soft on the fingertips.

I really want to touch it, but I don't dare to.

He hesitated, stretched out, then retracted.

The movements were repeated back and forth, never daring to start.

Forgive her, the person on the bed is so beautiful, like a pure white piece of paper.

Her skin is so white that it can be broken by a blow, and her eyelashes are as soft and delicate as butterfly feathers.

The warm sunshine passed through the window and fell lightly on her body, as if she was covered with a layer of holy brilliance.

It seemed as if even touching her would be an insult to her.

If you touch it, it may stain this white paper.

It's so pure and pure that I can't bear it.

The person standing by the bed looked at her and stretched out her hand.

It was as if a lot of mental construction had been done, gritting one's teeth and closing one's eyes.

He jumped directly towards her, hugged her, and buried his head in her arms.
Chapter completed!