Yan Qingsi suddenly laughed into Yue Tingfeng's shoulder.
"Why are you laughing at such a serious time?"
Yan Qingsi shook her head. "Wait. Let me finish laughing. I can't help it."
Yue Tingfeng ground his teeth. "Well, hurry up then. I can't wait much longer."
Yan Qingsi laughed then wiped her tears on Yue Tingfeng's chest. She leaned over and held his hand, biting his lips between her teeth. "Yue Tingfeng," she said, "You better love me more and love me longer…"
Yue Tingfeng flipped over, pressing his body over hers. "You don't have to tell me that. How am I any better than those rascals out there then?"
It was six o'clock early in the morning. The sound of birds chirping passed through the window into the bedroom. At downstairs, Aunt Wu was in the mid of preparing breakfast, and Mrs. Yue was still on her bed.
