When the two of them returned to the living room, there was nobody to be seen.
Quan Jingwu helped Jian Qing sit down on the couch with meticulous care, as though she were a fragile porcelain doll.
"Jingwu, I feel like I'm a national treasure," Jian Qing joked.
With her pregnancy, it seemed like everyone's spirits were on high alert, as if they were the ones pregnant.
Quan Jingwu crooked his arm around her, resting his chin on her shoulder, tilting his head to gently nibble on her soft white earlobe.
"You are my treasure."
His sweet words made Jingwu's heart flutter with delight.
Jian Qing chuckled lightly, lifting her hand to squeeze his jaw, "Did you secretly read some books on flirting behind my back? You sure have a way with words."
"When it comes to you, I'm a natural." He held her hand in return, lowering his head to lightly peck her cheek.
"Mmm, delicious!"
Jian Qing reluctantly looked away from the snacks placed on the table, craving chocolate.
