As the two continued to cuddle beneath the shade, still deep in their trip down memory lane, soft laughter floated between them.
They were talking about the time Mo Xingxue had dared Su Wanyan to jump across a narrow stream—and how Su Wanyan had nearly fallen in. The memory was still vivid: the slick stones, the sudden rush of cold water against skin, the way Mo Xingxue's laughter had echoed through the trees while Su Wanyan scrambled to keep her balance.
"Hey, in my defense," Su Wanyan said, still keeping her arms wrapped protectively around the omega like a warm cocoon against the breeze, "the edge was slippery." Her voice carried a faint note of lingering injustice, as if the years had not dulled the embarrassment.
Mo Xingxue laughed in open amusement and shook her head at the weak excuse. The sound was bright and free, vibrating lightly against Su Wanyan's chest. "You do remember that I jumped over it first before daring you, right?"
