Qin Jin finished grumbling, held Li Qiao's face in his hands, and pecked her hard, "Wait for me."
Li Qiao obediently and cleverly said, "Okay."
Qin Jin got dressed and left.
Li Qiao, wrapped in a blanket, looked for a comfortable position to lie down, touching her lips, which seemed to retain warmth, her heart pounding as if it was about to burst out of her chest, before it finally calmed down after a while.
She didn't know how much time had passed, dozing off when she heard a creaking sound; she wanted to open her eyes but was overwhelmingly sleepy.
She turned over and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day when she woke up, there was no one by her side, but on the table near the window was a bunch of yellow forsythias.
Could it be from Qin Jin?
It didn't seem like him to have such a romantic touch.
She put on her clothes, took the flowers, and went outside: "Grandma, look, Jin actually gave me flowers."
