Eating dumplings for the New Year... ugh, dumplings.
Xu Qing discovered for the first time that this thing really isn't the same as watching it on a computer.
Waking up in the morning.
Gazing at the curtains shimmering with sunlight, Xu Qing sat at the edge of the bed, pondering how he, a master in knowledge but quite the rookie in practice, could suddenly be so fancy.
Something is off.
He used to be so normal, with no strange obsessions, but now...
His gaze shifted to Jiang He beside him, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her breathing suddenly paused—a clear sign she was pretending to sleep.
"Snap!"
Xu Qing clapped his hands, and Jiang He instantly opened her eyes.
"Turns out I'm quite lustful."
He had an epiphany.
"..." Jiang He stared at him silently.
"So, it's just pure lust, not perversion at all."
This conclusion satisfied Xu Qing, and he climbed out of bed in the face of Jiang He's curious gaze, ready to wash up.
