Luo Xiaoqian turned to go upstairs, pushed open the door, and entered her room. She walked into the changing room to remove the clothes he lent her. Just as she was folding the clothes, her phone flashed—a text message had arrived.
"Come downstairs, open the door."
Four characters from Leng Zimo's phone.
Picking up her phone, she tiptoed downstairs, opened the front door, and saw Leng Zimo standing under the light, panting. Perhaps he had rushed his change of clothes, as his T-shirt was worn inside out.
"Zimo, you..."
He pulled her into his arms and planted a kiss on her forehead, then patted her head before letting her go.
"Goodnight."
"Leng Zimo, you're crazy!" she complained with a heartache.
Rushing over like that, she thought something was wrong. It turned out he just wanted to give her a goodnight kiss.
Leng Zimo's face was calm, "I'm not crazy, I'm just in love."
