Jiang Yihua restrained his impulses. Just before he lost control, he managed a difficult goodbye to Chi Yun'er and darted out.
'The wedding date has to be moved up. I've only climbed through her window twice and I'm already addicted, but it's undoubtedly both a pleasure and a pain.'
'I'm terrified I'll lose control and devour her before our time.'
Jiang Yihua's suggestions weren't particularly novel, but as long as the two of them were together, just nesting somewhere—anywhere—was sweet and blissful.
They spent the whole day having fun and even went to a photo studio to take pictures, which used up the rest of their roll of film.
After a bit of sweet-talking from the couple, the old master photographer chuckled and developed the photos for them ahead of schedule.
Before dawn the next day, Jiang Yihua left in a vehicle with the other educated youths.
Chi Yun'er didn't have time for melancholy, throwing herself back into her demanding work.
