After tossing out such a sentence, Ma Xiwei turned and walked upstairs to her room, no longer discussing the matter of the Pureblood Human Path with Ma Zhenhe.
Ma Zhenhe was too conservative, not radical enough, and she had no common language with him; they just couldn't continue the conversation.
...
The next morning, as dawn was just breaking.
The family quarters of Shanhai University.
Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan woke up early.
"Xiao Chen, don't be in such a hurry to get up, okay? Can't we just laze around in bed a bit longer?"
Seeing Lin Zichen about to get out of bed as soon as he opened his eyes, Shen Qinghan playfully tugged at his arm.
Lin Zichen saw her acting coy and decided to oblige her by lying back down.
"Xiao Chen is so good. Here, your reward is a good morning kiss!"
Shen Qinghan leaned over Lin Zichen's face, lifting her soft tresses that hung down and kissed him on the lips.
Lin Zichen reached around her waist and began to reciprocate her kiss.