Gu Nanqiao couldn't resist anymore, her eyes welled up with mist that turned into teardrops which fell to the ground.
The changing room was brightly lit, and behind them was a giant full-length mirror, reflecting everything about them within.
Huo Jingting held her wrists behind her back, his hot kisses scattered downward, "Be good, it's okay."
...
The next day.
In the morning, a ray of warm sunlight streamed in.
Huo Jingting woke up quite early, while Gu Nanqiao, exhausted, slept deeply through the night.
Little Douya awoke hungry four times; he thought about waking her up but seeing her weary face, he decided not to and prepared the formula himself.
He was also a bit tired, having not slept well. He lightly pressed his fingertips on his temples, slowly massaging them.
Scenes from yesterday in the changing room vividly replayed in his mind, as clear as rewinding a tape.
