"Can't I?" Song Yuncheng sat up, leaning over his chest and retorting defiantly.
"Sure you can. But I might have a few other girlfriends by then. Can you support all of us?"
Chen Yansen grinned mischievously, his hands roaming downward.
"You'll be broke, and you're still thinking about cheating?" Song Yuncheng pouted, her brow furrowed. Her eyes were red, and her heart ached terribly.
"I was just kidding. You actually took me seriously? A fortune teller once told me I'm allergic to poverty. I'm destined to be a rich man."
Chen Yansen gave her a light peck on the lips and said with a confident smile.
"Chen Yansen, I wish time could just stop, right here in these two days." The thought of returning to school tomorrow made the tears welling in Song Yuncheng's eyes finally fall. One dripped into the hot spring with a soft splash.
Chen Yansen chuckled, scooped up Song Yuncheng, and carried her toward the large bed on the first floor.
「Meanwhile.」
