Gu Xiran was ordering dishes for herself, and Qin Jin listened to everything, pursing his lips and saying, "Wait here."
"Okay..."
...
On a quiet and cozy afternoon, in the evening, the two of them rarely shared a warm moment together.
In a daze, Gu Xiran felt like she unintentionally broke through a layer of window paper, changing her perspective of Qin Jin... It made her see more clearly the man's aloofness and pretentiousness.
Actually, this is just a matter of personal character.
Gu Xiran's lips curled up, her eyes squinted, and after finishing dinner, she called out to have Qin Jin stay and sleep over.
Just like when they were little.
The two of them lay on the large bed in the bedroom in their pajamas, Gu Xiran resting her head on Qin Jin's arm.
"I feel like you're more solid now compared to when we were kids."
"Mm."
