Leng Youchen leaned against the sink, slumping lazily toward her as if he didn't have any bones. A faint sweetness mixed with mint lingered at the tip of his nose. He muttered, "I only play rogue with you."
Wei Anning pretended not to hear and continued brushing her teeth, though her ears were tinged crimson.
Leng Youchen caught sight of the redness at the tip of her ears, and his heart fluttered. He still couldn't calm down after her heartfelt confession from the night before. All his life, he'd thought he'd grow old alone, even using marriage as a weapon for revenge.
It wasn't until he met her that he realized he, too, longed for love and a complete family.
Resting his chin on her shoulder, he watched as she tensed up, seemingly afraid he'd weigh her down. A hint of a smile flashed in his eyes. "Squeeze some toothpaste for me."
