Zhou Yinghuai lowered his gaze, letting it lightly sweep across Jiang Tan's face. He flashed a smile, and his eyes once again became unfathomably dark: "Okay, now that we've finished talking, let's continue what we were doing before we were interrupted."
As a person, Zhou Yinghuai never jokes around. When he said to continue, he really had no intention to stop.
This night was destined to be a sleepless one.
Jiang Tan didn't know how long Zhou Yinghuai had held her. All she knew was that when everything was over, she fell into a deep sleep.
Jiang Tan dreamt of Zhou Yinghuai, of the long, chilly nights in Mingyuan, with heavy snow falling under the sub-zero temperatures.
Inside their warm bedroom, Zhou Yinghuai held her, watching a dull and lengthy soap opera together.
Korean dramas were no longer as popular that year, yet one still emerged as a hit.
Watching the male lead leap off a skyscraper to safely catch the female lead, Jiang Tan joyfully commended how sweet it was.
