"Sister Ji, Zhao Gang and I are married, so... we shouldn't stay in separate rooms, right?"
An Ran glanced at Zhao Gang, then quickly hid behind him.
"In that case, I'll..."
Ji Xiaosong was about to say she would take Room 1 herself, but Gu Lin suddenly stood up. A faint scent of cedar washed over her as his shadow completely enveloped her.
"I just checked the weather forecast. There's another thunderstorm tonight."
An Ran let out a snort of laughter, and Zhao Gang jabbed her in the small of her back with his keys.
Ji Xiaosong felt the tips of her ears burn. Gu Lin's fingers brushed almost imperceptibly against the nape of her neck. From an angle no one else could see, his thumb pressed down on her racing pulse.
"Besides, the next time you get a stomachache from sneaking ice cream in the middle of the night, are you going to ask An Ran to rub your belly for you?"
