_ Moving In, Moving Forward_
Jiang Jian's eyes scanned Ling Wei's apartment, taking in the memories.
College pictures and awards adorned the walls.
He teased, "I didn't know you were this smart."
Ling Wei smacked his hand, laughing.
"Do you think you're the only smart one?"
Jiang Jian chuckled, pulling her waist.
"I'll let you think you're smarter than me.
Only you have this advantage."
He kissed her forehead.
Just then, the neighbor walked in.
"You...!"
Ling Wei quickly stepped away from Jiang Jian.
The neighbor composed herself.
"Why are you suddenly moving?"
Ling Wei replied, "The apartment is now small."
Jiang Jian placed his hand on her waist.
The neighbor laughed.
"Aiyo...you don't need to explain. I understand."
She swiftly departed.
Ling Wei held the edge of Jiang Jian's sleeve.
"Jian, why did you do that?" she asked coquettishly.
Jiang Jian carried the box beside him.
"Let's go, Wei," he said, walking out.
Ling Wei followed, smiling...
Jiang Jian helped Ling Wei settle into her new room.
The proximity to his own room sent her heart fluttering.
As they arranged her clothes, Jiang Jian's hand brushed against hers.
Ling Wei's cheeks flushed.
Suddenly, he stumbled upon her underwear.
Their eyes met, frozen in a moment of awkwardness.
Jiang Jian cleared his throat.
"I'll make dinner," he said, swiftly exiting the room.
Ling Wei exhaled, her face burning.
She couldn't help but laugh.
Who would have thought Jiang Jian would be so flustered?
In the kitchen, Jiang Jian's hands moved with precision.
Chopping vegetables, stirring the wok.
His mind, however, lingered on the image of Ling Wei's lingerie.
He couldn't deny the spark between them.
Dinner was ready.
"Wei, come eat," he called out.
Ling Wei entered the kitchen, smiling.
The tension was palpable.