As Shi Yang climbed the stairs, he couldn't help but think that Zhao Meimei was surely waiting for him eagerly in the living room. Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, Zhao Meimei leaped into his arms.
Shi Yang let her hold him, casually pulling the door closed.
"Brother! I've missed you like crazy!" Zhao Meimei held him tightly, her slender eyes sparkling.
Shi Yang, cooperating, tossed the stuff he was carrying onto the ground and wrapped his arms around her, both having much to say, much to ask, but they simply held each other quietly, foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.
After a moment, Shi Yang chuckled softly, saying in a low voice, "I'm all sweaty, let me take a shower first."
Zhao Meimei held on tightly, "Just a little longer."
Shi Yang kissed her lightly on the lips, "Alright, I'm going to shower. What do you want to eat tonight?"
"I haven't thought about it, anything's fine."
