Su Nanzhi's lips felt a bit numb from his kiss, her heart fluttered lightly as though tickled by a feather, slightly itchy.
"Let's eat something first," Jiang Beiyu suggested, adding, "We can explore the spiritual communion topic when we have time."
He spoke with such openness, as if it really were an academic issue.
Su Nanzhi remained silent.
But she was always good at being unexpected and unprepared: "Just spiritual communion?"
Now it was Jiang Beiyu's turn to be stunned, he stared at the little girl in front of him for a while before chuckling softly, "We can do it together."
Su Nanzhi fell silent again.
She looked down, her eyes fixed on the cake.
The two of them finished the cake left from last night and drank milk tea, finally patting their satisfied bellies before heading back to bed to rest.
"Su Xiaozhi, sleep closer," Jiang Beiyu pulled her into his arms, "I want to hold you as I sleep."
