"How does it look?"
After washing up, the two lay in bed. Song Guanyu, nestled at his side, was still very energetic, not sleepy at all.
Ye Yansheng lay on the bed, staring at her crimson lips the whole time. Under his watchful eyes, her little mouth kept opening and closing, babbling away. He didn't catch a word she said; he only wanted to kiss her. So, to make her sleep obediently and put an end to the topic, he simply sealed her mouth with his.
After the lingering kiss, Song Guanyu curled up in the crook of his shoulder without a word, but hugged him even tighter. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Dr. Ye, the internet says married couples should have goodnight kisses—French kisses. That one just now doesn't count." Her tone was syrupy.
Ye Yansheng wanted to laugh but thought it would ruin the mood. He intended to kiss her gently, but unexpectedly recalled her words from the basement theater.
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