After a candid exchange, there seemed to be a subtle shift in their relationship.
Xu Qing couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but he felt something was different.
Like a fiancé...
Okay, he had assumed the title of fiancé.
Being the fiancé of a female knight, he no longer had to lie in bed stiff as a corpse, hands properly placed on his abdomen to feign propriety.
Jiang He would even take the initiative to crawl over and hook her leg over his as they slept.
By the end of September.
Jiang He's outings had noticeably decreased, having just learned to play with financial management as if she had found a fascinating new toy, utterly engrossed.
Especially the visible returns, even if she only made three yuan, she would relish her cola that day—as psychologically, that can of cola was free.
Although the money she made from streaming or manual labor could buy a lot of cola, and she didn't lack that one can, it was money she had earned herself.
