For a good while, An Hao felt like she was going to run out of breath. It was only then that Qin Jian finally let go of her. "Dare you talk nonsense again?"
"I dare not! I dare not!" An Hao quickly waved her hand, "You're not allowed to tickle me anymore, it was so unbearable!"
The sound carried far into the night, making her want to laugh but not daring to.
She almost suffocated!
The young couple stopped their frolic and turned off the light, sinking into a deep sleep.
Downstairs, a smile crept onto Zhang Yun's lips.
Indeed, they were so young!
With Qin Jian's youthful vitality and An Hao being so endearing, he surely couldn't restrain himself.
Now everything was alright, her grandson, it seems, had found his destiny.
...............
On Monday, it was time for Qin Jian to leave.
Farewells are always melancholic, and he was afraid his little wife wouldn't be able to stop herself from embracing him and crying, so he didn't dare to speak loudly since that morning.
