A Perfect Match for You

For Lu Xingzhi, the days he spent in the forest were not divided into day and night. For the past three days, his beard had sprouted like the weeds in the mountains that the spring rain had nourished. When he kissed Jiang Yao the previous night, she had despised that a lot.

What was Lu Xingzhi's favorite time of the day?

Other than the moment he opened his eyes and saw Jiang Yao sound asleep in his arms, his favorite time was when they had to wash up.

He liked to squeeze in front of the tiny sink with Jiang Yao. She would gently lean against half his chest as she brushed her teeth with one hand and lazily hid the other in the pocket of her pajamas. Her eyes were vibrant—he did not know what was in her sight or her mind. If he did not rush her, she could brush her teeth for a long time.

It seemed like she would be in a daze during that time daily. The fact that she was in a trance was an interesting quirk.