She simply blushed, obediently following by his side, listening to him introduce the latest electronic products she's never encountered before.
After visiting the electronics store, the two went to a nearby large bookstore.
Under the warm lights, they browsed through those books with their gentle ink fragrance together, occasionally exchanging whispers, as if returning to the quiet days of studying in the library back in university.
...
When they boarded the bus back to YJTC, it was already approaching 10 PM.
In the spacious apartment, the lights were soft, quiet enough to hear each other's breathing.
After washing up, Tang Song changed into a comfortable silk pajama set, leaned on the headboard, and casually flipped through a book.
Looking at Zhang Yan, who was still wearing a sweater, awkwardly standing in the middle of the bedroom.
He chuckled, "It's late, not going to sleep?"
"N-no, I am… I am sleeping…" Zhang Yan's voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
