What's a man after? Isn't it just about having someone worry about you while you're out there busting your ass, knowing that everything you do has meaning? It used to be mom, but now that I have Nangong, everything feels worthwhile.
"You're never allowed to do something like this again, it's so dangerous! I didn't sleep at all last night..." Nangong said while resting on Suming's chest, drawing circles on his chest with her long nails and complaining with a bitten lip.
"Wow, up all night... Then how come you were so peppy just now? I nearly got drained dry by you!" Suming laughed, stroking her waterfall-like black hair.
The big bed was quite a mess, the two of them had ended up on it without really knowing how, and had tumbled in the sheets...
"Stop it!" Nangong gently slapped his chest, then lifted her head, smiled shyly, and asked, "How come every time we talk, it always ends up like this?"
