Chenglei gently placed his big, coarse hand on Xing's cheek and his hand almost enveloped her entire face. She looked so serene and beautiful as she helped him undress.
"What?", she raised her eyebrows with a playful smile as she removed his outer robe. That's when she felt something in his pocket and she found the pouch that she made for him.
"Chenglei!", her eyes widened and she smiled ear to ear.
"Where were did you find it?", she turned the pouch around and took a good look at it.
"This is the kerchief I embroidered for your birthday... I mentioned it before, right? I thought you threw it away. I didn't know you made this abomination into a pouch... You stitched it yourself...? Well, what am I saying? You don't remember, right?"
She kept on talking, looking at the pouch and opened it to look inside.
Chenglei didn't say anything and just watched her. He just wanted to do that. She was always this way with him and he loved her for it.