The sickly beauty slowly lowered her body, laying her head on Yue Yang’s arms. She watched his quietly sleeping, handsome face and slowly reached out her hands towards his face. Very carefully, as if she was afraid of waking him up, she lightly caressed his face, stroking his lips. Her pale face started to blush like a flower blossom slowly, pink flush started to spread under her skin.
Immediately, she felt a burst of energy rising within her, just like a fresh flower bud blossoming into a beautiful flower.
When Yue Yang woke up, the stars were already shining in the sky.
The sickly beauty was still lying on his chest, her fragile body curled in his embrace, like an extremely delicate little grass that was too weak to stand up to the wind.