Liancheng Yazhi took Rong Yan to the bathroom to wash up.
Both of them squeezed toothpaste onto their toothbrushes and handed one to Rong Yan. Then, they filled a glass of warm water for themselves. Rong Yan wanted to get another glass, but he refused and insisted on sharing one with her.
Liancheng Yazhi liked this kind of sweetness that made no distinction between the two of them. It was like the two of them eating an Apple and drinking a glass of fruit juice. This kind of sweetness that belonged to the two of them and they had each other's scent made Liancheng Yazhi like it.
Sometimes, his heart was even more romantic than Rong Yan's.
Of course, this showed more of a domineering possessiveness.
After washing up, Liancheng Yazhi carried Rong Yan to change his clothes.
Rong Yan patted his shoulder. you don't have to carry me. I can walk on my own.
