Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 189

It was early in the morning. The beginning of a dim and gloomy day.

The skies of A city were shadowed by layers of dark clouds.

The morning sun, faintly and desperately trying to shine through the dark blanket of grayness, was now gleaming dimly, its rays weakly touching the face of the earth. It was a hopeless wrestle between the sun and clouds, with the sun seeming to have consumed most of its energy overcoming the clouds and now powerless and exhausted.

Molly was still in her bed. After a night of lazy sleep, she was now beginning to wake up. As a habit, she first wrinkled her brows slightly and then opened her mouth and made some unidentifiable sleepy voice, then drew out her hands from under the quilt and rubbed her sloppy, still-sleepy eyes. After all this series of slothful actions, her eyes gradually opened. However, to her astonishment, the moment her eyes got used to her surroundings, her blood started pumping quickly and was completely awoken at the sight in front of her...

'It is an illusion, just an illusion, nothing more! I must be dreaming!'

Fighting with herself at what she saw, Molly blinked her eyes rapidly for a moment in hope of sobering herself up and be awake from "The Dream". But every time as she opened her eyes again, she saw the exquisite, well-shaped face, with eyes still closed and sleeping peacefully next to her. She was completely taken aback. As much as she wanted to believe that this was all an illusion, but she could not deny her awareness of the clear sound and warm, regular faint wind as Brian breathed.

Somehow perceiving Molly's astonishment, Brian slowly opened his eyes. He was met with a pair of enlarged, stunned eyes staring directly into his face. He neither blinked, nor moved. He just lay there and watched her in faint amusement with his lips slightly curled inward. Molly went stiff at his expression. As much as she felt shocked and embarrassed, seeing his deep, charming eyes so close to her, she felt an indescribable attraction.

Not long after, suddenly recovering from her trance, Molly sprung up from her bed and instinctively sunk her head to check her body under the quilt. A wave of relief came over her when she made sure that she was wearing pajamas. Then she raised her head and asked sullenly at Brian,"What are you doing, sleeping here in my bed?"