Gu Xinzhou made Ginger Milk Pudding in the kitchen.
When she reached the doorway, she saw Song Zhen had already taken a quilt out of the wardrobe, laid it beside her bed, and obediently crawled inside to lie down.
Satisfaction flickered through Gu Xinzhou's eyes, and her tone softened, "Drink this."
Song Zhen jumped up excitedly, looking at the two bowls in her hands, "What is this? Did you make it for me?"
"Ginger Milk Pudding, a dessert," Gu Xinzhou said gently. "I was by the window catching a cold breeze just now, afraid I might catch a cold and pass it to McDull, so I made this to dispel the chill."
She placed the tray on the table and, with a hint of pride, picked up a bowl and started to taste it as she sat on the bed.
The implication was that it was not made especially for him.
She had made it for herself and had incidentally made some for him as well.
Song Zhen picked up a bowl and walked over to her side, about to sit down, when he heard her light cough, "Ahem, ahem."
He had no choice but to stand back up and moved towards the bay window, taking a seat there instead.
From this position, he could get a good view of Gu Xinzhou's profile.
But each time she bent her head, her long hair would cover her cheeks, preventing him from clearly seeing her expression.
Gu Xinzhou tasted a few bites, and the flavor was excellent.
Song Zhen ate quietly as well.
He dared not speak.
It took a lot for him to have made it into her place, and although it was just a spot on the floor, as long as she would let him stay without crying out and driving him away, it was already a significant step forward.
He cherished such progress.
Song Zhen ate silently, but Gu Xinzhou sneaked several peeks at him.
Because of her long hair obstructing the view, Song Zhen did not notice in time the details of her observation.
It was not until Song Zhen finished his bowl of Ginger Milk Pudding, putting the small bowl back on the tray and entering the restroom to rinse his mouth, then silently returning to his spot on the floor, obediently lying down, that Gu Xinzhou eventually couldn't hold back, "Ahem, ahem, how is it?"
Song Zhen, "Hmm?"
Gu Xinzhou, "Is it delicious?"
Song Zhen, "Hmm."
Gu Xinzhou, "..."
She got up and went to the restroom, and after a short while, she came back out and climbed directly into bed.
Because Song Zhen was there, she turned off all the lights in the bedroom.
Half an hour later.
Song Zhen whispered very softly, "Are you asleep?"
Gu Xinzhou didn't want to engage with him, and thus didn't respond at all.
Her eyes were looking in the direction of the window, where a soft moonlight could seep through.
However, Song Zhen, thinking she was truly asleep because of her stillness and silence, began to get restless.
He gently lifted the quilt, exposing a leg, turned over, and cautiously placed his leg on the edge of the bed.
Gu Xinzhou heard some rustling sounds from behind but thought he was merely turning over.
It was not until the edge of the bed sunk down that she sensed something wrong!
She turned around abruptly, just in time to confront a male figure head-on!
"Mmm~ Mmm~"
Gu Xinzhou's struggles were futile.
Song Zhen himself hadn't anticipated that she would still be awake.
He had simply intended to climb into bed and hold her while she slept, then climb back down before she awoke, all without her being any the wiser.
When she turned around, he panicked for a moment.
But with the beauty in his arms, certain feelings he could no longer contain.
Kiss first, think later!
He swallowed all her minor complaints, bore her struggles and resistance, and finally, with a storm-like passionate kiss, subdued her until she was soft and powerless, giving up all resistance.
Song Zhen ultimately pulled her into his arms, lying down beside her.
He gently patted her back, helping to calm her breath, and spoke softly, "Zhouzhou, do you know that you shouldn't eat ginger at night?"
Gu Xinzhou's reason hadn't yet floated back to her, and she asked blankly, "Huh?"