Leaning against Luo Fei's chest, Yang Mei did not rush to break free; instead, she indulged in the stability of his embrace.
No matter what, she was most relaxed at this moment.
Luo Fei had been busy with work before, and they hadn't spent much time together. Now that he was here, they could talk and accompany each other for a while.
With the Lunar New Year approaching, such opportunities were rare…
"How about we move to my bedroom?"
"Mm, okay."
Luo Fei agreed. Although there was nothing inappropriate with them embracing in the living room, it would be awkward if guests suddenly visited.
Inside the room, Yang Mei leaned directly against Luo Fei. In her own space, holding her boyfriend felt comfortable indeed.
In the kitchen, where Yang Tianyong was cooking, he coughed a couple of times.
"Have you seen enough? Come over and help; this dish is beyond me."
"You little rascal, keep your voice down."
