Qiao Qingyu stretched out her hand to grab He Xiuyu's collar and pulled him towards herself, her usually crisp voice slightly hoarse, her eyes shining with a different kind of luster, "Mm, happy."
He Xiuyu's eyes darkened, perhaps in some areas, men truly could be self-taught.
Moreover, he wasn't about to give Qiao Qingyu any chance to hesitate!
...
Qiao Qingyu had a dream last night, where she dreamed of herself turning into a green radish, peeled and chopped into pieces by He Xiuyu, who then stewed her into a soup, and the He Xiuyu in her dream said— "You're really tasty."
The dream scared Qiao Qingyu awake.
In He Xiuyu's arms, she then saw a large, handsome face intently watching her.
Seeing Qiao Qingyu wake up and impatient to speak, He Xiuyu lowered his head and once again they were locked in a passionate embrace.
Half-asleep and half-awake, the alarm clock rang, and the sky was faintly brightening.
A new day had begun.
