Qin Jiao chuckled. "What, not interested in the slightest? I'll take it back, then!"
Shen Yi quickly swept her up into his arms. "Too late!"
It was hard to say why, but ever since they had truly opened up to each other, everything just clicked. Sometimes, a single glance was all it took for them to understand one another completely.
Everything fell into place naturally.
It was as if everything was fated to be.
After their lively activities, Qin Jiao lay there, lazily wrapped in the quilt. Shen Yi first emptied the basin of foot-washing water, then tidied up the mess before finally turning off the lights and slipping into bed.
Qin Jiao kicked him. "You're too cold!"
"It's fine. I'll warm up in a bit."
