Falling Like Leaves

Suddenly, Zhang Xian woke up. He found that his head was deeply embedded between two warm and plump things. Following the deep ravine, he saw a sun-colored woman's face, her skin slightly glowing with a wheat-colored sheen, as if she had been kissed by the sun countless times. The eyebrows are curved, like crescent moons, with a bit of softness. The lips were slightly raised with a faint smile, and there were two shallow dimples at the corners of the mouth. Her black hair was pulled back casually, with a few strands of hair playfully scattered around her cheeks, adding a bit of spontaneity and naturalness.