Sitting in the bed, letting Song Baiyan put on a long-sleeved shirt for her.
His long, warm fingers buttoned up the front of the gown, one button after another.
Tang Li stared fixedly at Song Baiyan.
Her gaze traced the contours of the man's facial features, which she had long committed to memory, yet couldn't help but study once more.
It wasn't about whether he was good-looking or not.
She just wanted to look at Song Baiyan, the person.
"Being together every day, and you still haven't had enough?" Song Baiyan teased.
It would have been fine if he had kept quiet, but once he spoke—
Tang Li leaned forward, circling the man's shoulders with her hands, her voice muffled, "I think I'm poisoned."
Song Baiyan pulled away slightly upon hearing this, "What poison?"
"A poison called infatuation."
Song Baiyan: "..."
No matter how deep the poison, one still needs to eat, drink, and relieve oneself.
So, Tang Li got up.
