Xu Zhinan did indeed miss Lin Qingye after not seeing him for two days, and she liked physical contact with him, but that didn’t mean she could calmly accept his shameless “invitation” for that sort of activity.

Moreover, from what he implied, he wanted her to take the initiative.

Xu Zhinan came to her senses, but her face was burning, the heat spreading across it.

She backed away a little and stopped kissing him. Lin Qingye’s dark eyes watched her intently, then he lowered his head, cupped her face, and gently nuzzled her.

It made Xu Zhinan think of a clingy, affectionate, large dog, sweet and sticky.

She tilted her head back, neither taking the initiative nor refusing.

Lin Qingye brushed against her lips and said in a husky voice, “Baby.”

“Hmm?” Her breathing became a bit erratic.

“I’ve been going crazy missing you.”

Xu Zhinan saw the overwhelming waves in his eyes and couldn’t help asking, “Do you miss me or miss doing that?”

He chuckled softly, “Both.”

…

Suddenly, a heavy rain began to fall outside, pattering diagonally against the glass.

The winter rain brought with it a chill, as if overnight the weather had shifted from early winter to deep winter, abruptly turning cold.

Inside, however, the heating was on, so they didn’t feel cold at all.

Because previously he had lost control once and let Xu Zhinan catch a cold and develop a fever, he had since shown more restraint in this regard. The two of them squeezed together on the sofa with a wrinkled fleece blanket draped over them.

The suppressed sounds mixed with the rain created an indescribably sensual atmosphere.

Because of this rain, the sky was still dark when they woke up the next day, making it seem like it was still the middle of the night.

Xu Zhinan felt that Lin Qingye was now much more difficult to deal with, perhaps because he was a bit older than before, much more persistent than during their university days.

Then she realized it was probably because they hadn’t spent many nights together back in university.

Her whole body felt lazy, and she nestled in the bedding, not wanting to move. As soon as she turned, Lin Qingye woke up, held her hand, and asked drowsily, “Awake?”

“Mm.”

“Hungry?” His hand moved to her stomach.

“Not really.”

“Then we’ll make breakfast later.”

After dozing for a while longer, Lin Qingye got up first.

He was wearing only pants, the waistband cinching his narrow waist. He hadn’t properly tied the drawstring, so they hung loosely, revealing a glimpse of his hip bones.

With his back to Xu Zhinan as he stood up, the tattoo on his back was completely exposed, with two characters on the right upper part of his shoulder blade – “A Nan.”

Somehow, it felt like that happened a very long time ago.

“It’s still early, sleep a bit more.” Lin Qingye ruffled her hair and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Xu Zhinan stretched lazily, her sleepiness gradually fading. She also sat up, and the blanket slipped down her shoulders. She was wearing a shirt-style nightgown.

Only after sitting up did she realize that several buttons were undone; to be precise, only the middle two were fastened. The neckline was wide open, revealing spots of redness underneath.

By the end of last night, she had been so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. She couldn’t remember if Lin Qingye had carelessly buttoned it for her or if the buttons had come undone while she slept.

Recalling last night’s lingering memories, she pressed her lips together and muttered “pervert,” hurriedly rebuttoning her clothes.

Just as she finished, Lin Qingye’s phone on the bedside table rang.

Xu Zhinan glanced at the caller ID, it was Manager Wang, and soon Lin Qingye came out.

He walked to the window and answered the phone.

This early morning call was about the rumor concerning Ji Xia.

Ji Xia was also an artist under the Chuanqi Entertainment Company, a minor actress.

Some entertainment companies would bind CP pairs together to attract CP fans, but this was usually aimed at those not-so-popular small celebrities. For top-tier celebrities, the most feared thing was probably being bound in a CP. Even if it was for marketing, it was only hyped during drama broadcasts, and afterward, they would try every means to unlock the CP, not affecting future steps.

Ji Xia was someone who needed this kind of attention, but the company couldn’t link her with Lin Qingye.

Not to mention that Lin Qingye was familiar with Wang Qi, and he was different from ordinary celebrities in the company.

Ji Xia had come to find him on the first night after he landed from the plane the day before yesterday. At the time, Lin Qingye found it strange since he had never met Ji Xia before.

If she hadn’t introduced herself, Lin Qingye wouldn’t have even known her name.

At that time, Ji Xia knocked on his hotel room door, but she didn’t have anything urgent to discuss with him. What she said amounted to a self-introduction.

But Ji Xia wore a low-cut, tight-fitting sweater under her coat, with the top two buttons undone, revealing a line of whiteness underneath.

The implication couldn’t be clearer. Although she didn’t say it explicitly, Lin Qingye couldn’t fail to understand.

If he had allowed her to enter the room at that time, everything afterward would have naturally fallen into place.

There were indeed some unspoken rules in the entertainment industry. When small celebrities dressed like that and came to your door, it was an implied consent.

But usually, the targets were investors or production teams, exchanging resources. Her coming to find Lin Qingye, however, Lin Qingye had no resources to give her, but he could bring her enough attention.

Thinking about it this way, it was clear that the paparazzi photos must have been arranged by her.

With Lin Guancheng speaking out and backing him, regular media outlets wouldn’t investigate Lin Qingye’s gossip and rumors, so who knows where Ji Xia found her paparazzi from?

Wang Qi told him the results of the investigation, which matched Lin Qingye’s guess.

Wang Qi said, “I’ve also obtained the video from outside the hotel corridor and sent it to your email. You can handle it as you see fit.”

Lin Qingye leaned against the window, watching Xu Zhinan slowly get up, her beautiful toes slightly curled as she looked around for her slippers without touching the ground.

“The slippers are on my side,” Lin Qingye reminded her.

Xu Zhinan glanced at him, saw he was still on the phone, silently put on the slippers, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Wang Qi heard this and asked, “Still at home?”

“Mm,” Lin Qingye responded, pinching the bridge of his nose, and said, “Uncle Wang, are you sure you want me to handle this?”

His voice sounded a bit lazy, with a hint of playfulness.

Hearing this, Wang Qi knew he was up to something: “It’s up to you. Even if you didn’t call me ‘uncle,’ I know whose value is higher, yours or Ji Xia’s. Your reputation is very important.”

Lin Qingye laughed lazily.

“By the way, one more thing,” Wang Qi said. “The next Golden Melody Awards will start soon. The company has already submitted your album. There’ll be an awards ceremony in a while, so keep an eye out.”

Lin Qingye paused.

The new Golden Melody Awards.

His expression slightly tightened as he lowered his head: “Alright.”

After hanging up the phone, he went out to make breakfast.

By noon, a video once again caused a stir like thunder from a clear sky.

It was the video Wang Qi had sent to Lin Qingye in the morning, showing Ji Xia and Lin Qingye standing face to face in front of the hotel room door. Because the surveillance camera was at an angle above them and close by, the sound was quite clear.

Lin Qingye normally wouldn’t bother with such matters. If Ji Xia just wanted attention, that would have been fine, but since she had colluded with the paparazzi, Lin Qingye didn’t want to tolerate it anymore.

Creating these troubles would only upset Xu Zhinan.

In the video, Ji Xia didn’t say anything explicit, but knocking on someone’s door late at night to chat about nothing in particular—her intentions were obvious enough.

I’m disgusted. So it’s already very clear, right? The previous gossip photo was taken by someone Ji Xia found, and she deliberately released it when the music festival was starting!

I guessed it before, but didn’t dare say it, afraid of bringing hate to my brother.

And! When Ji Xia turned around and her front was captured, I’m truly impressed—why don’t you just strip naked? Your chest is almost falling to the ground.

Hahahahahahaha, although it’s infuriating, this video is so funny. Lin Qingye is truly a stone-cold straight man, showing a cold face throughout, not giving her any face at all.

Come on, have you forgotten his old nickname “Pika Lin”? He was the most flirtatious. He just didn’t bother to show any expression to her, Ji Xia. Go watch the video of him saying he likes a girl at the music festival, and tell me if your heart doesn’t flutter!!

Damn, I want to soul-possess that girl Lin Qingye likes. This is such a commoner x superstar love story.

The comment above is wrong. It’s not even commoner x superstar yet. It’s completely a superstar pursuing a commoner, and it’s not even clear if he can succeed.

…

Xu Zhinan saw this video after finishing lunch and watched it carefully: “Where did this video come from?”

“Uncle Wang got it during the investigation.”

“Did the company release it?”

Lin Qingye remained expressionless: “Probably.”

By evening, Ji Xia had specifically posted an apology on Weibo. Lin Qingye’s Weibo hadn’t been updated for ages, so naturally, he wouldn’t respond. The comments below were full of criticism.

Besides that, everyone in the industry could guess who released the video—if not Lin Qingye himself, then it was Chuanqi Entertainment Company. It also sent a signal to everyone: if you want to take shortcuts and benefit from one-sided rumors, the consequences would be like what happened to Ji Xia.

This incident stirred for several days. During this time, an interview was conducted with Lin Qingye.

He rarely accepted such interviews before, but this time he did.

The interviewer was a young lady who looked to be in her twenties.

“Everyone is very curious about your response at the music festival. May I ask if it’s true that you said you already have a girl you like?”

Lin Qingye: “Yes, it’s true.”

“Is she in the entertainment circle?”

“No.”

“Everyone is guessing if this girl is still the one from your song ‘Locust Tree’?”

Lin Qingye seemed to recall something and lowered his eyes with a smile: “Yes, still her.”

Once this video was released, it exploded across the internet again.

No one paid attention to the rest of the interview, completely focusing on this segment, especially Lin Qingye’s expression when he said “still her.”

Awei is dead!!!!!!!

Damn, this expression should be consumed together with the Ji Xia segment. Could the contrast be any greater?!!

Ahhhhh so doting!

Damn, that smile, a real heart-sniper. I’m smiling so hard my mouth is stretching to my temples.

I suddenly became Lin Qingye’s mom fan. What an adorable sweetheart with a crush on a pretty girl!!

I’m both heartbroken and aunt-smiling…

Even more outrageous was the online launch of the “Your doting smile vs. Lin Qingye’s doting smile” challenge.

People posted videos imitating his lowered eyes and gentle smile, followed by “Yes, still her,” ultimately concluding it was a high-difficulty move—one slight mistake and it would come across as sleazy.

After that cold rain, there were two consecutive downpours, and the temperature quickly dropped to around zero degrees. Leaves fell, and the roads were lined with bare tree branches.

Lin Qingye’s remaining two music festivals also concluded, officially ending the promotion for “Whispers.”

Fans were still craving more and began calling for a formal concert.

In the entertainment industry, holding a concert after releasing just one album was rare, almost countable on one hand.

But from a profit perspective, Lin Qingye qualified for a concert.

Wang Qi had also discussed this with Lin Qingye.

So the concert entered various approval processes.

Meanwhile, for Xu Zhinan, winter brought more tattoo clients than summer because summer recovery was more troublesome, with concerns about inflammation or infection, and many people avoided getting large tattoos in summer.

As New Year’s Day approached, business got even better.

Xu Zhinan was busy from morning till night and finally had time for dinner, eating while scrolling through her phone to browse clothes.

She had been too busy lately to shop, and Lin Qingye couldn’t go out shopping now. He hadn’t bought much online either. New Year’s Day was approaching, and neither of them had bought new winter clothes yet.

Xu Zhinan looked through item after item. Her recommendations were all women’s clothing, in her usual style.

She thought for a while and typed in some keywords for men’s clothing, but whether her keywords were wrong or something else, all that appeared were quite tacky clothes.

After browsing for a long time, Xu Zhinan’s eyes lit up when she saw a store specializing in couple outfits.

This immediately solved her need to buy clothes for both of them.

The owner of this clothing store was a fashion designer whose style leaned toward Chinese trends. The designs were simple and youthful, and the store’s model photos were all taken with her boyfriend, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, both tall and slim, making every photo look good.

Xu Zhinan browsed around and finally settled on a set of clothing with a collegiate style.

Inside was a collegiate-style knitted sweater, but in lotus pink. Outside was a jacket-style wide cotton coat, black, and quite cool.

That outer coat was similar to Lin Qingye’s usual style, but the inner one… lotus pink.

His wardrobe was full of the most ordinary black, white, and gray, and he rarely wore sweaters.

Xu Zhinan clicked to read the comments, which mentioned the color difference wasn’t significant and wearing it would make a person look softer. She liked this kind of clothing but wasn’t sure if Lin Qingye would.

After all, it was a winter outfit, so it was better if Lin Qingye liked it himself.

Xu Zhinan continued browsing while eating, finally finishing her late dinner. She tidied up the table briefly, then sent a screenshot of the clothes to Lin Qingye.

[Xu Zhinan: What do you think of these clothes?]

[Qingye-ge: Which one?]

[Xu Zhinan: Both, these are couple outfits.]

He sent a voice message.

Xu Zhinan lowered the volume and held it to her ear—

“Want to wear couple outfits with me?”

His voice contained a smile, teasing and playful.

She couldn’t help smiling too.

[Xu Zhinan: Mm.]

[Qingye-ge: Sure, they look nice.]

[Xu Zhinan: But this is lotus pink. I’m afraid you won’t like this color.]

[Qingye-ge: Now that I’m a married man, I should switch to a more homely style.]

Xu Zhinan’s eyes curved as she laughed softly.

[Xu Zhinan: So I’ll buy them?]

[Qingye-ge: Mm.]

[Xu Zhinan: I checked that they ship within 24 hours, so they should arrive in the next couple of days, but I’ll wait until New Year’s Day to give them to you. Consider it my New Year’s gift to you.]

[Qingye-ge: You’re telling me about the New Year’s gift now? Isn’t it supposed to be a surprise?]

[Xu Zhinan: I’m worried that if I buy it and you don’t like it, it would be a waste of money.]

Lin Qingye was at the company, preparing to work on a new song for his first concert, discussing details with the producer, and had just finished.

He leaned back in his chair, laughed, and continued typing: Almost done? I’ll come pick you up.

[A Nan: About ten more minutes.]

Lin Qingye put away his phone, said goodbye to the producer and Wang Qi, and went downstairs to leave.

When he reached the tattoo shop, it was already closed with the lights off. Xu Zhinan was standing outside waiting, bundled up tightly with a thick scarf that wrapped around her chin, looking like a little bear.

Seeing his car, Xu Zhinan jogged over.

Lin Qingye turned to look at her: “Why didn’t you wait inside the shop on such a cold day?”

“The heating inside was making me feel stuffy after a while, so I wanted to get some fresh air outside.”

Lin Qingye caught her hand: “Your hands are cold.”

“My hands are naturally cold.” Xu Zhinan’s hand was held by his, and she looked him over, noticing he was wearing jeans that looked very thin, with the fabric torn at the knees, creating two small openings. They weren’t large, but wind could still get in.

She frowned: “It’s so cold, why are you wearing these pants?”

“There was an event at noon, the stylist told me to wear these.”

“But you should have changed into thicker pants after leaving.” Xu Zhinan touched his exposed knee area. “It’s so cold, aren’t you afraid of getting joint problems?”

“Don’t label me with those old people diseases,” he warned lazily.

Xu Zhinan said quite seriously: “This isn’t an old people’s disease. Many young people like you have this problem. I told you to wear thermal underwear, but you didn’t listen, and now you’re wearing so little! If you continue like this, it will be uncomfortable when you get old!”

She nagged on and on, like an old Chinese medicine doctor.

Lin Qingye found it amusing and didn’t really take much of it to heart, like when listening to lectures during school days—in one ear and out the other.

When she finished, he casually and magnanimously said: “If it’s uncomfortable, so be it. As long as it doesn’t affect me having sex with you, it’s fine.”

Xu Zhinan was about to say more, but his shameless comment suddenly sealed her throat. Caught between two forces, she began coughing violently, her face turning completely red, either from embarrassment or choking.

Lin Qingye laughed even more heartily, his shoulders shaking, as he patted her back to help her catch her breath: “It was just one comment, why such a big reaction?”

Xu Zhinan coughed until her eyes turned red and watery, glaring at him: “I was talking to you properly, how can you be so improper!”

“How is that improper? I’m just being honest.” Lin Qingye raised his eyebrows, completely taking the attitude of “dying under a peony flower, even as a ghost I’d be romantic,” saying lightly, “What other use do these legs have, if not for…”

Xu Zhinan shouted before he could say those two words: “Lin Qingye!”

He continued laughing, like he had accomplished his mischief: “Oh, you’re even daring to call my full name when you’re angry.”

Xu Zhinan muttered: “What wouldn’t I dare?”

“There are many things you wouldn’t dare, with such thin skin, what will you do?” Lin Qingye pinched her face. “Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. Home now?”

“Mm.”

Regarding getting Lin Qingye to wear thermal underwear, Xu Zhinan had no solution. She told him, but he was unwilling to wear it, so she didn’t insist anymore. Unexpectedly, Mother Xu eventually made it happen.

On the eve of New Year’s Day, December 30th, they both went back to Mother Xu’s house to spend New Year’s Eve.

The streets were bustling with a festive New Year’s Eve atmosphere.

Xu Zhinan gave Lin Qingye the clothes that had arrived days ago a day early, as a New Year’s gift.

It was the first time Lin Qingye wore this color, but it didn’t look bad. His skin was fair, so he could pull off any color.

The lotus pink on him softened his entire appearance, making him less cold and rigid than usual, instead showing a hint of youthfulness and… charm.

They drove home.

As soon as Mother Xu saw them, she noticed the matching outfits and smiled, looking at them for a while before complimenting: “They look nice.”

The last time they came over was rushed, and they hadn’t bought proper gifts, only some fruit. This time, Lin Qingye prepared in advance, carrying various packages as they entered.

“Didn’t I tell you not to buy things? I don’t lack anything here,” Mother Xu smiled at Lin Qingye. “Why did you buy so much?”

Lin Qingye smiled: “Aren’t these New Year’s gifts?”

They arrived just in time for lunch. Mother Xu had already prepared the meal and brought it out from the kitchen. The three of them sat down.

They were less awkward than during their last meeting, and at the table, Mother Xu kept putting food in Lin Qingye’s bowl.

He was typically picky about food and had some things he didn’t like to eat. Xu Zhinan, having spent time with him, knew this and was about to say something when she saw him eat what her mother had given him without a change in expression.

Mother Xu asked: “You’re spending New Year’s Eve here with us. Won’t your father be too lonely by himself?”

Lin Qingye: “He’s not in Yan City these days, busy with work.”

“Oh, on a business trip?”

“Yes, I’ll go back in a few days, after he returns.”

“That’s perfect then. I was thinking you could take Xu Zhinan to your home for dinner, to keep your father company. But now let’s just have dinner here. I bought too many ingredients that we can’t finish. Why don’t you stay overnight instead of going back? I just aired out the bedding yesterday.”

Mother Xu was enthusiastic in her invitation. Lin Qingye glanced at Xu Zhinan and agreed.

After the meal, Mother Xu, who had gotten up early today, went to take a nap.

The remaining dishes were left for Lin Qingye and Xu Zhinan to handle. The two of them went into the kitchen together.

In the kitchen, Lin Qingye washed the dishes while Xu Zhinan stood beside him, draining them.

“I was originally planning to take you around my neighborhood. Although it’s not as lively as downtown, the scenery is beautiful, and sometimes there are holiday activities that are quite fun.”

Lin Qingye curved his lips: “Soon, I’ll be able to go out with you.”

After finishing the dishes, unable to go out, they watched some TV together in the downstairs living room.

Lin Guancheng called in the middle, and finding out Xu Zhinan was right beside him, also chatted with her for a while.

Lin Guancheng genuinely liked Xu Zhinan, especially seeing the changes in Lin Qingye after being with her, he liked her even more. It also compensated for some past regrets.

Xu Zhinan’s phone was busy that afternoon. Friends and customers she still kept in touch with sent holiday greetings, which she replied to one by one. Then she realized she hadn’t yet chatted with Zhao Qian, so she opened their WeChat conversation.

Zhao Qian quickly replied.

[Qianqian: Can’t be happy for New Year’s Day, I’m in the hospital now.]

[Xu Zhinan: Why are you in the hospital?]

[Qianqian: Don’t know, suddenly fainted this morning.]

[Xu Zhinan: Ah, that’s serious. What did the doctor say?]

[Qianqian: Still waiting in line. Why are there so many people today? It should be nothing serious, I just fainted for five minutes, then woke up.]

Zhao Qian didn’t reply after that. Half an hour later, Xu Zhinan’s phone violently vibrated again.

[Qianqian: Ahhhhhhhhhhh damn!]

[Qianqian: I’m fucking pregnant!!!]

[Qianqian: I did think about this possibility, but don’t pregnant women usually vomit? I fainted, so I didn’t think much of it, but it is pregnancy!!]

[Qianqian: A Nan, you must be this baby’s godmother.]

[Qianqian: That way, Lin Qingye will be his godfather.]

[Qianqian: As expected of me, what a clever plan. Before he’s even born, I’ve already found him a superstar godfather.]

Lin Qingye noticed and turned to ask: “What’s wrong?”

“Qianqian…” Xu Zhinan was also shocked, opening and closing her mouth, “She is pregnant.”

Lin Qingye raised his eyebrows: “That’s good news.”

Xu Zhinan lowered her head to continue replying when suddenly a pair of hands touched her stomach.

Lin Qingye pinched her stomach as if kneading dough.

“…”

She pulled Lin Qingye’s hands away, not knowing what he was thinking, and “self-protectively” moved away from him.

He chuckled softly but didn’t say anything more.

After dinner in the evening, Mother Xu chatted with them for a while, then didn’t want to disturb them further.

“Qingye, I’ve prepared the bed for you, right next to A Nan’s room.”

Mother Xu didn’t know how far these two had progressed and didn’t want to ask too much. Besides, it was their first time staying over, and as a mother, she couldn’t directly arrange for them to share a room, so she separated them.

Hearing this, Xu Zhinan turned her head to glance at Lin Qingye.

He maintained a straight face, truly like a perfect gentleman, nodding: “Alright, thank you, Auntie.”

“Oh, I almost forgot this,” Mother Xu said, turning to a nearby drawer, opening it, and taking out two red envelopes for them. “These should be given during the formal Lunar New Year, but since Qingye is busy with work and might not have time then, I’ll give them now. It’s still the New Year transition.”

“Mom, we’re already working, we should be giving you red envelopes. How can you still give them to us?” Xu Zhinan hurriedly said.

Lin Qingye also agreed: “Auntie, we can’t accept these.”

“It’s not much money, just to give you both a good omen. It’s the New Year, I hope you both have a prosperous year ahead. Take them quickly.”

Only then did Xu Zhinan accept it, and Lin Qingye had no choice but to accept as well: “Thank you, Auntie.”

“There’s one more thing.” Mother Xu pulled out two bags from the corner. New Year gifts. I thought you probably don’t lack anything, and if you do, you can afford to buy it yourselves. Young people tend to dress lightly in winter, so I bought some warm underwear.”

Xu Zhinan was startled, then smiled: “That’s perfect, he needs this right now!”

Lin Qingye: “…”

Mother Xu returned to her room. It was still early, and New Year’s Eve traditionally involved staying up late. Lin Qingye didn’t go to the guest room right away but joined Xu Zhinan in her room.

Her bed was small, and the two of them squeezed together, almost filling the entire bed.

Xu Zhinan opened the gift bag from her mother, which contained two matching sets, making them a complete inside-and-out couple outfit.

She raised her leg and lightly kicked Lin Qingye’s waist: “Will you wear thermal underwear?”

“No,” he still refused promptly, with great dignity.

“Why?”

“I’m not cold.”

“But this is a New Year gift from my mom.”

“New Year gifts should be kept properly,” Lin Qingye made up an excuse. “How could I bear to wear it?”

Xu Zhinan glanced at him and leaned closer to look at him: “Really won’t wear it?”

“Mm.”

The young woman propped herself up with both hands on the bed, leaning her upper body toward him. A flash of mischief suddenly appeared in her clear eyes, and then she stretched her neck and suddenly called out: “Mom—!”

Before she could finish the first sound, Lin Qingye covered her mouth and pushed her back down.

Her body was pressed into the bed, bouncing slightly, her long hair scattering.

Lin Qingye straddled her, looking down at her from above, tickling her: “Still want to tell on me?”

Xu Zhinan was ticklish and was pinned by his legs, unable to break free. She laughed and dodged, tears of laughter streaming out. She barely lasted three seconds before begging: “I won’t tell, I won’t tell, Qingye-ge.”

Lin Qingye slapped her bottom once, “Too late.”

They laughed and played for quite a while, until eventually Lin Qingye also leaned down and embraced her.

Xu Zhinan’s hair was all messy from the tussling, rubbing against the bedding, creating static electricity. She looked like a little wild child, laughing until she couldn’t catch her breath, her face all red.

Lin Qingye finally stopped teasing her. Outside, people began setting off firecrackers. He lay on top of Xu Zhinan, gradually quieting down, turning his head to kiss her face.

“Thank you,” he suddenly said.

“Hmm? For what?”

“Everything.” His kiss gradually deepened, and he smiled against her lips. “This is the first time I’ve received a red envelope. It feels nice.”