Gu Xinzhou had heard from Song Zhen early in the morning.
He had mistaken someone else for her.
But she had never pondered it deeply.
So it turns out...
Gu Xinzhou sobbed, "The time we spent together in the attic, it was not only planted in my heart, silently waiting for the bloom.
It turns out you felt the same.
I thought that, even if this flower would never bear fruit, it would still be the flower hidden in my heart for a lifetime.
It turns out, you too..."
Song Zhen: "I'm not! I'm different from you!"
Gu Xinzhou's heart skipped a beat.
Then she saw Song Zhen turn serious and dominate her little head into his chest.
His voice floated above her head.
Like a gentle yet domineering imprisonment—
"There are no flowers blooming in my heart.
The seed that time in the attic brewed for me isn't one for flowers but for trees.
I didn't plant a flower; it's a tree.
This tree has taken deep roots in the depths of my soul, its every root spreading to all limbs, each branch and leaf penetrating into the marrow of my bones.
I want it to grow into a towering tree.
I want to protect you, watch over you, love you, cling to you, for life and until death does us part!"
Gu Xinzhou's tears cascaded down.
Outside, McDull's voice floated over: "76~77~78~"
She hurriedly urged, "Hurry up and go, it's almost 100, McDull must be getting anxious."
Song Zhen just wouldn't let go.
Forehead against hers, he spoke tenderly, "Sleep with me tonight!"
"No, there's McDull!"
"I don't care, I want to sleep with you!"
"It's not okay! Stop it!"
"I will make a fuss! I want to sleep with you!"
"You..."
"Together in bed! We must share a bed!"
"No, let go!"
"I won't let go! To sleep together!"
"Song Zhen!" Gu Xinzhou glared at him, feigning anger, "No more fussing! McDull must be waiting outside anxiously!"
Song Zhen looked at her with a grin.
Suddenly, he let her go.
But he still held on to one of her hands, shaking it, smiling and asking, "Sleep together, shall we~"
Gu Xinzhou: "..."
Still, Gu Xinzhou managed to chase Song Zhen out of the bathroom.
And Song Zhen was actually willing to be chased away.
When McDull came knocking on the door, interrupting his kiss with Gu Xinzhou.
It really wasn't convenient, and it was also embarrassing to just walk out in front of the mother and son.
Letting McDull count to 100 was just a makeshift plan.
Incidentally, it gave him time to clarify all the misunderstandings with Gu Xinzhou.
Looking at his tidy clothes, Song Zhen's lips curled into a tender smile: "Baobao~ Daddy's here!
Let's see how Baobao's little train is doing?"
When McDull saw him come out, he smiled happily, stood up from the floor and said, "Daddy, I counted to 100, did you hear me?"
Seeing that expectant little expression waiting for praise, Song Zhen couldn't help but laugh.
He nodded repeatedly: "I heard it, Baobao is really great!"
McDull happily covered his mouth, then quickly lowered his hand, stepped forward, and hugged Song Zhen's thigh, saying: "Hehe, of course, who else's son could I be? I have to be great!"
Song Zhen's hearty laughter filled the apartment: "Hahaha~"
Hearing their father and son exchange outside, Gu Xinzhou breathed a sigh of relief.
She quickly locked the door!
Standing in front of the washbasin, she wanted to cry.
Her mouth was all swollen, even split in two places.
Whimpering~
What should she do now?
Swelling is still acceptable; ice it and apply some lip balm, touch it up a bit, and the swelling should subside.
But with splits... what should she do?
Gu Xinzhou covered her face, annoyed: "You're such a troublemaker!"