They were still feeling a bit full even after walking for a while.
Before they knew it, it was already the wee hours of the morning.
At this hour, even the stars had begun to dim, but the two of them were too stuffed to fall asleep.
"We're not eating this late again," Jiang Qiuqiu said, sitting on the swing and gently kicking her legs. "Now I've dragged you into staying up late with me."
She said, "After all, for the 'Don't-Stay-Up-Late Admiral', this isn't exactly a good habit."
"...The 'Don't-Stay-Up-Late Admiral'?" he repeated the somewhat tongue-twisting nickname, finding it very strange. "Why do you call me that?"
Jiang Qiuqiu's lips curved, her eyes filled with a teasing smile. She gazed at the man beside her; he was so tall that being squeezed into the little swing made him look inexplicably pitiful.
"Because back when we used to chat, the thing you said most often was to get some rest."
"It was always 'don't stay up late' and 'go to bed early'."
Mo Si: ...
