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

Taking a deep breath, holding on to the door frame, he slowly walked 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 and plain 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 hint of blonde hair.

She lay quietly in the middle of the bed.

The bed was spacious enough to accommodate three people.

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

The wind blew gently outside, and the sun peeked carefully at 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 seemed 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 that this unique beauty in the world will be ruined.

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 creaking sound, rang several times, and finally stopped. jj.br>

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

The head is slightly tilted.

Like a little confused.

Bewildered 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 to the feet, from the feet to the head.

The more he looked, the more confused he became, and the more he looked, the more complicated his eyes became.

At one point, he rubbed his eyes and nose, and began to doubt himself.

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

Just 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. w_/a_/p_/\_/.\_/c\_/o\_/m

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

It seemed that even touching her would be an insult to her.

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

It is unbearable to be pure and pure.

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

As if a lot of mental construction had been done, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

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

Take a chance. .