Chapter 17

When Elena woke up again, Archer was asleep beside her. They were both naked, sharing the same quilt. He contributed his shoulder to her as a pillow, two thick arms around her, a long leg across her body, like a little boy holding his beloved teddy bear.

Funnily enough, they had intimate interaction for so many times, but she had never looked closely at his face. Perhaps it was because his eyes were too deep and too fiery, hiding feelings she could not understand or bear. But now, with his eyes closed, she could indulge herself without burden and take a good look at this man, who had been always considerate to her from the very beginning.

He was perfect as a statue carved by the most brilliant artist. He had a square face, high brow bones and a straight nose, displaying an unmistakable manliness. He didn't have a beard, but he was obviously in good health with abundant male hormone. So only after one night, his stubble had sprouted, which tickled her as his chin pressed against the c