As an author who's read countless stories, she can imagine a lot more things from a single event than Cheng Zhirang.
Of course, she doesn't quite know what Cheng Zhirang can think of, but judging from his age, he probably isn't someone innocent, yet this time he likely won't have horses galloping in his head like she does.
She handed him a few extra tissues, turned her head back to finish her porridge obediently, resolutely avoiding glancing sideways.
Cheng Zhirang tossed the tissues away, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and asked when he came out, "Why is your face still red?"
Mu Qiu: "..."
She plopped her head onto the table, playing dead and not speaking.
…
Five days slipped by "happily" like that, and Mu Qiu never got around to checking out the news for the next episode online.
She spent Sunday at Disney with Zhao Yu, Monday to Wednesday with her parents, and Thursday to Friday engrossed in Cheng Zhirang's tenderness.
