Chapter 12

When Qiao Anhao opened the bathroom door, Lu Jinnian came into her sight, just having finished his shower . He was dressed in pajamas and was sitting on the bed, the side that he usually slept on . With both hands behind his head, he rested, eyes closed .

Qiao Anhao averted her gaze before even catching a glimpse of his expression . Lowering her lashes, she walked towards her vanity table .

The table had a mirror that faced the bed . Every time Qiao Anhao looked into it, she could catch brief glimpses of Lu Jinnian .

Initially, she stole only quick peaks, but after confirming that Lu Jinnian never once opened his eyes, most likely asleep, she dared to admire him quietly in the mirror .

Lu Jinnian’s face was imprinted into Qiao Anhao’s mind; she could remember every detail distinctly even with her eyes close . Ever since the first time they met thirteen years ago, she had never stopped getting butterflies just by looking at his face .

With his eyes shut, Lu Jinnian seemed to be less cold, the frosty aura that he seemed to emit had also dissipated, softening his features .

Mesmerized, Qiao Anhao forgot to apply her facial cream, causing it drop on the floor .

Even if it was just a one sided crush, just being able to watch him up close like this was enough to spread joy and warmth to every cell of her body .

If his eyes were open, Qiao Anhao would have never dared to look straight at him like this . She often fell into a trance, mesmerized by his looks, and that could easily expose her feelings for him .

Qiao Anhao’s features softened, turning gentle as she continued staring at him . Impulsively, she lifted her hands, caressing Lu Jinnian’s reflection, starting from his eyes, then moving to his nose bridge, and stopping on his slightly pinkish lips .

The memory from three months ago resurfaced, the feeling she of when she had kissed those lips .

Even though it had been three months, the memory was still crystal clear . She remembered everything: his soft warm lips . . .

Qiao Anhao’s heart rate quickened, her fingers continuously stroking the reflection of his lips .

But just as she was about to sink into her own “one sided love” universe, a phone suddenly rang, indicating an incoming message . Lu Jinnian furrowed his brows, seemingly annoyed by the disturbance . Momentarily shocked, Qiao Anhao instinctively retrieved her hands back, hurriedly applying the cream she had dropped earlier .