The mug was already filled with milk, steaming hot.
Bo Yeyuan embraced her from behind, saying, "I'll be living here starting today."
It was a declaration, not a discussion.
Li Qiyu's lips moved slightly, what was she going to say? She couldn't say she changed her mind too quickly, nor tell him to get lost in case he actually did and she would miss him.
"Don't even think about kicking me out. I'm going to stick around and nobody can drive me away," he said in a low voice. To hell with all that respect; ever since he learned to show respect, he had been drifting further and further away from her.
Li Qiyu's lips pursed, suppressing a smile, not letting it spread to be discovered by him.
The mugs had English inscriptions, the man's reading: A sea of flowers, a disaster of longing. The woman's: Without your return, how dare I grow old.
Li Qiyu picked up the woman's mug, pretending not to see, her palm warmed by the touch, and a sip of milk warmed her even more from the inside.
