The next day, when Long Zhen woke up, she was still snugly nestled in Feng Ji's arms. Realizing she was awake, Feng Ji hurriedly kissed her forehead indulgently, "Zhenzhen, good morning."
It seemed that by now, Feng Ji was no longer afraid of her at all. He let out a low chuckle, kissed her fingertips teasingly, and said mischievously, "Zhenzhen likes it too, doesn't she?"
Long Zhen narrowed her eyes; she found that Feng Ji was becoming naughtier. Back when they were at the Imperial Palace, he would never have dared to be so bold. However, she quite liked how he was now.
Once more, she gripped his chin tightly, leaned in to kiss his lips, then quickly pulled away and rolled out of bed. She dressed and went into the bathroom to freshen up.
There were no groceries at home, so Long Zhen decided to go shopping. Feng Ji insisted on coming along, specifically wearing a hat and mask. They went to the supermarket hand in hand.
