Qin Shuang started to become a bit absent-minded.
She had been looking forward to this day for so long, yet when it finally arrived, why did she begin to feel confused instead?
Qin Shuang always thought of herself as a clear-headed person, but this time, she felt somewhat muddled.
He Zhiyao came out of the bathroom and saw Qin Shuang leaning on the sofa, staring blankly at her phone.
He walked over, sat down next to her, embraced her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder, closing his eyes.
His familiar scent made Qin Shuang's heartbeat quicken. After a while, she couldn't help asking, "Is everything taken care of?"
He Zhiyao hadn't had a good night's sleep all week, and perhaps because he was finally home, his voice sounded especially weary,
"Mhm, it's all taken care of."
Qin Shuang fell silent for a moment.
"Why do you seem a bit down?" He Zhiyao lifted his head, turned her face toward his, and lightly grazed her lips with his own.
Qin Shuang blinked softly.