Seeing her jump directly off the bed, Jin Yu quickly grabbed her arm, "Be careful."
His tone carried a hint of reproach, which Xu Niannian ignored, excitedly ripping open the oilcloth he was holding and feeling it several times.
The texture was the familiar oilcloth she knew, smooth on the surface and not stiff.
It just looked a bit rougher in terms of craftsmanship, not as exquisite as those made in the future times.
However, having something was better than nothing.
"This is great, thank you, Jin Yu."
Finding the oilcloth she had been longing for, Xu Niannian said happily, turning to him.
While Xu Niannian was feeling the oilcloth, Jin Yu buried his head low, intoxicated by the fragrance from her hair.
She suddenly turned her head towards him, and Jin Yu didn't manage to retreat in time.
The soft touch of her lips brushed past the corner of his mouth, making Jin Yu's throat tighten, almost losing control over his desire to hold her head and kiss her.
