Mufeng's scalding palm pressed against Jiang Xun's lower back and squeezed her in his arms. Jiang Xun was speechless for a few seconds.
The two of them were having so much fun on the sofa that their pajamas were in a mess.
The darkness in Mufeng's eyes became extremely dangerous. He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Xun's lips.
Jiang Xun unknowingly let go of Mufeng's phone.
The phone landed precariously on the edge of the sofa.
Just as the phone was about to fall to the carpet, Mufeng caught the phone with one hand, his fingertips on the screen, and casually placed it on the coffee table beside him.
He held Jiang Xun and kneaded it into a ball, forming the shape of a longevity peach. Red dots were dotted on it, making it look lifelike.
* * *
The next morning, Jiang Xun woke up at seven as usual.
She prepared to pack up and run for an hour.
