Bai Zhi was so choked up by his words that she couldn't even utter a word, she just glared at him dryly for a moment before turning and heading back to the kitchen.
Duan Xingzhi couldn't help but laugh as he lay back on her bed, smelling the unique fragrance on the quilt, feeling like his whole heart was filled with such a pleasant scent.
Holding up his hand covered in ointment, he recalled how she applied the medicine to him just now, clearly absent-minded, yet trying so hard to act focused. Perhaps she didn't even know that her ears turned red from embarrassment at that moment.
Duan Xingzhi had never known what an ordinary life was since his birth. His background, his family, his talent, all destined him to be different from regular people.
However, he was now thinking, if she could be with him, even squeezing into such a small room, on such a narrow bed, cuddling together would also be a beautiful thing.
