Li Mochan chuckled, his fingertips drifted down to gently squeeze her chin, "Then you'll just have to start getting used to it first."
Ye Jiuliang, "..."
It seemed there was no escape.
A moment later, Ye Jiuliang was nestled in the blankets playing games on the tablet she had scored from Li Mochan.
"Straight."
"Bomb."
"Four with two."
The background music of playing Fight the Landlord was inherently cheerful, adding vigor to the atmosphere.
When Li Mochan came back after finishing his call, he saw Jiuliang grinning so wide her eyes nearly disappeared, and the frost in his eyes melted instantly into a puddle of softness.
He had long changed out of his shirt and black pants into home clothes, and he moved over, sitting next to her with practiced ease.
He reached out to pull her closer, and Jiuliang, engrossed in her game, leaned over, collapsing into his embrace.
"Having fun?" he glanced at the game on the tablet, leaned down, his thin lips grazing her ear.