Let Me Hug You

The two of them were quiet for a while. Neither spoke—just a pair of lovers in each other's embrace. Jin Nian was uncomfortable and wanted to return to the driver's seat, but Lu An refused to let go. He nuzzled her exposed neck, murmuring huskily, "Let me hug you a while more."

"Lu An."

"What's wrong?"

"You still haven't told me how you found out about Summer Monogatari's plagiarism?"

Lu An slowly raised his head, his expression one of uncanny seriousness. "Why do you need to know?"

Jin Nian looked like she did not understand Lu An's question and stared at him blankly. "I'm curious. You're not the kind of person who would pay attention to something like that."

"I happen to know the author whose work was plagiarized," Lu An said, "Her name is Larissa. She's well known for her boundless creativity; you'd like her work."

"Will you show me?"