Drifting Like a Falling Leaf

Suddenly, Zhang Xian woke up.

He realized his head was buried deep between two soft, full mounds.

Following the deep valley between them, he saw a woman’s sun-kissed face. Her skin had a faint wheat-colored glow, as if it had been kissed by the sun countless times. Her eyebrows curved like crescent moons, giving her a gentle look. The corners of her lips lifted in a faint smile, and shallow dimples appeared beside them. Her jet-black hair was casually pinned up behind her head, with a few wisps playfully falling beside her cheeks, lending her an easy, natural air.