The door to the hospital room opened, and Jiang Xiaoyan sneaked a look around, thief-like.
Then she tiptoed in and carefully closed the door behind her.
Approaching the bed, she looked at the sleeping Jiang Xu.
In her eyes shone an affection she had never shown before.
Her red lips parted slightly as she whispered, "I'm craving something called—vanilla mud."
"You're so weird," a faint voice came from behind her.
Jiang Xiaoyan jumped in fright.
Turning around, she found Zhou Qingyue.
These two rascals had come with the same idea.
And then they ran into each other again.
Jiang Xiaoyan's face rarely reddened.
After all, what she had just said was indeed a bit... that.
"But..." Zhou Qingyue's tone shifted, her gaze also falling on Jiang Xu, "I also want vanilla."
Jiang Xiaoyan: "..."
"Or..." Zhou Qingyue suggested something quite bold, "Shall we take advantage while it's hot?"
