Shi Yang pulled out a freshly laundered set of pajamas from the luggage bag and tossed them to Zhao Meimei: "Put them on, you just had a bath, don't catch a cold."
Zhao Meimei put on her clothes one by one: "I won't catch a cold, I'm feeling really warm, like a fire is burning inside me."
Shi Yang took out the things he'd need in the next few days and put them in place, then neatly packed the rest back into the travel bag. After tidying up, he returned to the bed, pulled Zhao Meimei over with him, reached out a hand: "Let's see how far that flame has spread?"
Zhao Meimei giggled: "Careful, you might burn your hand!"
Shi Yang held Zhao Meimei, lying on the bed, chatting idly.
Although they often chatted, sending messages, voice notes, occasionally making phone calls, right now, discussing the same topics while holding each other, listening to each other's heartbeats, didn't feel repetitive at all. On the contrary, it felt fresh and they were willing to share.
