C151 Microstep

Zhang Jing lied down in front of the bed and unknowingly fell asleep.

After an unknown period of time, he felt that someone was touching his face. That small hand was soft and warm. Being touched by that little hand felt extremely comfortable, as if a breeze was blowing against his face.

Zhang Qing slowly opened his eyes and saw that Qin Rushui had woken up. It was already bright outside