He lightly placed one hand on his waist, leaning slightly to the side. The occasional movement of the curtains allowed sunlight to bathe his deep features, a scene so beautiful she couldn't tear her gaze away.,After washing her face with cold water in the bathroom, Xu Qinghuan tossed those inappropriate thoughts out of her mind and walked to the kitchen, thinking about making breakfast for Fu Yan.,He was still in that dark silk robe, his sleep-tousled hair making him seem less fierce and more approachable.。