"Would you believe in something for me, please?" Rong Yun's cheeks blushed as she planned to do something shameful.
Qin Muyan looked at her with curiosity in his eyes, "What is it?"
"I...I will grow up."
Under the covers, Rong Yun pulled Qin Muyan's hand and placed it on her body, her voice was filled with an eager challenge, "Do you...do you see, if there's...any growth?"
"Boom!"
A string in Qin Muyan's mind tensed up, and he quickly withdrew his hand, "Hm... It has grown a bit."
He then perfunctorily turned over and went to sleep.
Having received his confirmation, Rong Yun buried herself in the covers, letting out a silly giggle, muffled yet somehow unknowingly stirring.
Qin Muyan resisted for a long time before he stopped himself from turning over to look at her and tried to keep a bit of distance, not getting too close.
All night long, Qin Muyan pondered, doubting the realism of what he felt.
