The plan was to move out the next day, and today was just about taking the last bit of luggage over.
But the two of them ended up "hanging out" until midnight and had no choice but to stay, warming up the boiler and the bed in advance.
The new home now has a hint of life, though the way it gained this life isn't easy to talk about.
Sometimes, in a half-awake state, Mu Qiu would wonder if their "too adult-like" way of loving was indeed too radical.
They had barely started the kissing phase, and already progressed to the last step.
But it was just a fleeting thought that came and went, and she continued with this radical way.
By the time the next day came, Cheng Zhirang was the one who went back to Yishan to bring over her things meant for the last evening.
He had gone out and returned to the small villa, and Mu Qiu hadn't woken up yet. The room was quiet, filled only with her breathing.
