Behind the door was the stairwell, and the voice-controlled lights illuminated two floors.
"Why did I tell you not to open the door?" As she pulled him in, Jiang Zhi was happy, but still somewhat rational, "Breaking the custom will bring bad luck."
He was superstitious; he had become so after meeting Zhou Xufang.
Zhou Xufang tilted her head back, bringing her face close to his, "I had my eyes closed, so it doesn't count as seeing each other."
She indeed had her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering.
Jiang Zhi chuckled, "Then you better keep them closed."
He lifted her and set her down on the step, the height just perfect so he didn't have to stoop to kiss her, tasting the flavor between her lips, "Did you just drink some milk powder?"
"Yeah, maternal milk powder," Zhou Xufang hugged his neck, breathing softly, "I brushed my teeth."
"There's still a milky taste."
He continued, relishing the taste, loving her so much he could die right there.
