"Miaomiao..."
There was also the plump kitty she had brought. Both big and small were behind him.
The air from the balcony was especially cool. In northern Beijing, the temperature difference was significant as autumn set in.
Zhou Luchen turned around, stretching out his arms.
Shen Jing leaped into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Her disheveled long hair slipped over the back of his hand. Curled softly in his embrace, light as a cloud, she repeated his name over and over.
"Zhou Luchen, Zhou Luchen…"
Her face was innocent, like a young deer's.
Zhou Luchen was very tall, his gaze looking down at her, his lips curving into a light chuckle.
His arms always carried a faint scent of tobacco. Shen Jing looked up at him. "How many cigarettes have you smoked? Didn't you promise to quit?"
Zhou Luchen slightly lifted his thin eyelids. "I've quit."
