Lai Zhiyun sat up straight and turned her head to look at Zhou Liao.
"I think I might have some kind of obsession with emotional cleanliness."
"Me too."
Zhou Liao stretched out his long arm, wrapped it around Zhiyun's shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace.
With her head resting against Zhou Liao's chest, Lai Zhiyun looked up at him. She couldn't see his eyes; her gaze settled on his sharp, cleanly defined jawline.
"Then that makes us birds of a feather."
Having a bit of an obsession is good.
It means not being promiscuous and treating relationships with greater fidelity.
"It's said that birds of a feather flock together; we're a natural match."
Zhou Liao lightly tapped Zhiyun's nose with his fingertip.
"Certainly."
Lai Zhiyun laughed proudly, complimenting herself, "It's all thanks to my quick action in finding myself a good husband. How amazing am I?"
"You're the best."
Zhou Liao couldn't help but chuckle.
"You're great too."
