Luo Jingyu added four new WeChat friends and briefly scrolled through their Moments. Zhao Qingqing and little Xie were both still in school, sometimes complaining about coursework being too tiring, sometimes sharing photos of their dates. Their lives looked simple and beautiful.
Luo Xinran mostly shared reposts. To Luo Jingyu, Pipi Xia’s Moments feed was quite surreal – all kinds of strange text and dark images. His selfies sometimes showed just one eye with messy hair falling down, other times close-ups of his lower face with stubble around his lips and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
One selfie was taken after working out. Pipi Xia was shirtless in front of a mirror, covered in sweat with clearly defined abs, his eyes showing disdain.
Luo Jingyu: “…”
This person seemed to look down on everything, even more arrogant than Ji Hongzhe. Luo Jingyu had never seen a boy like this before. He couldn’t help touching his own stomach – abs… it had been almost two months since he’d exercised. Maybe… indeed… possibly… they weren’t quite as defined anymore.
Thankfully, at least he hadn’t developed a belly.
Luo Xinran came to chat with Luo Jingyu. The two clinked bottles and drank, with Zhan Xi acting as translator between them. Luo Xinran was very interested in Luo Jingyu’s work. Zhan Xi explained it simply to her, and Luo Xinran remarked, “There really are all kinds of jobs out there! I’d never even heard of hot-pressing flowers before.”
She chatted more with Zhan Xi. Luo Jingyu knew the girls wanted to have a private conversation, so he obediently lowered his head to look at his phone, not trying to read their lips.
Luo Xinran asked Zhan Xi: “Does your mom know about you two yet?”
“Not yet, I don’t want to tell her yet,” Zhan Xi said. “Things are really tense between us lately. She messed up my department transfer. I really… if she finds out about Little Yu she’ll definitely object. I want to wait for the right time to tell her, maybe tell my dad first.”
Luo Xinran asked: “Will your dad agree?”
“I don’t know, but at least my dad won’t lose his temper,” Zhan Xi said seriously. “Xinran, Little Yu is really great. Don’t just focus on him being deaf. Once I get better at sign language, our communication will be even smoother. It’s already fine now. Well… actually there were never any problems. We’ve gotten along great from the very beginning.”
Luo Xinran laughed: “I’m not focused on him being deaf! Pipi Xia isn’t either. We were just saying how well-suited you two are. He really has such a good temper, always smiling.”
Zhan Xi also laughed: “Actually his personality is a bit like my dad’s, very gentle, just that my dad is more timid. You know what, I think once my dad gets to know what kind of person Little Yu is, he’ll really like him. My mom’s different though – once she makes up her mind about something it’s really hard to change. She’s like that with my sister-in-law, if she doesn’t like someone she can dislike them forever, always finding fault. My brother doesn’t even stand up for his wife. I won’t be like that. If my mom dares to bully Little Yu, I’ll rebel against her!”
Luo Xinran burst out laughing: “I really can’t imagine you rebelling!”
“I have to rebel if reasoning doesn’t work. It’s the only way to make my position clear,” Zhan Xi pursed her lips and took a swig of beer. “It’s not like I’m going to live with my mom forever. It’s not just for Little Yu, it’s for myself too. I’m so done with living like this. You don’t even know how devastated I was last month! That feeling of working so hard for so long, then right at the finish line getting stabbed in the back by the person closest to you. She even said it was for my own good – I could throw up! Thank goodness Little Yu was there with me. He supports all my decisions, never tells me I can’t do this or that. Ah! I probably have PTSD now. The thing I hate most is people telling me what I should or shouldn’t do. I just want to say, mind your own business!”
“Hahahahaha…” Luo Xinran roared with laughter and clinked bottles with Zhan Xi again. “Come on! Let’s toast to ‘mind your own business’!”
“Cheers!” Zhan Xi also burst out laughing.
Luo Xinran walked away, and Zhan Xi turned to look at Luo Jingyu, who had just lifted his head to look at her with concern.
“I’m fine, come on, let’s cheers again.” Zhan Xi clinked bottles with Luo Jingyu. “By the way, how many bottles have you had?”
Luo Jingyu pointed to the bottle in his left hand, then showed a “4” with his fingers.
“Wow! You’ve had four bottles?” Zhan Xi exclaimed. “I’m only on my second one. Your alcohol tolerance is pretty good – your face isn’t even that red!”
Luo Jingyu had started secretly drinking beer in middle school, at small restaurants near school where classmates would gather and drink. In high school he’d even tried baijiu and yellow rice wine. After graduation he rarely drank because he was busy trying to make a living. He drank even less in recent years – he had no drinking companions. Drinking alone at home would feel like drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
He didn’t show it when he drank, but that didn’t mean his tolerance was good. Actually, he was quite tipsy already.
Besides watching everyone sing, Luo Jingyu also played dice with little Xie – they played Liar’s Dice.
Neither Luo Jingyu nor Zhan Xi knew how to play. Luo Xinran taught them, and once they learned, Luo Jingyu eagerly joined in. Zhan Xi sat next to him watching, not helping call out numbers.
Luo Jingyu called out numbers using his hands – how many of what number, everyone could understand. He played very seriously, staring intently at the dice when the cup was lifted, counting the dots on his fingers.
Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost. When he won he was very happy; when he lost he would regretfully smack his forehead, then dutifully drink half a glass.
The fun and lively evening came to an end.
Luo Jingyu had drunk six bottles of beer and three glasses of liquor mixed with green tea. His steps were unsteady going downstairs, but fortunately he wasn’t completely out of it yet. He could still wave goodbye to Luo Xinran and the others, excitedly signing: [Goodbye! Happy birthday! Let’s play together again next time! My treat!]
Zhan Xi found his confused state both frustrating and amusing.
They didn’t immediately get a cab home. Luo Jingyu said he’d had too much to drink and was afraid he might throw up, so he wanted to walk for a bit and get some fresh air.
Zhan Xi had only had two beers, so she was fine. She linked arms with him and they strolled down the street.
The busy district was sparsely populated at midnight, with shop signs turned off and only neon signs still lit atop tall buildings. Luo Jingyu walked fairly steadily, occasionally turning to look at Zhan Xi, remembering everything that had happened that night – all kinds of first-time novel experiences, making new friends, no one laughing at him. Sure enough, Huanhuan’s friends were all good people.
They didn’t chat as they walked. After about fifteen minutes, Luo Jingyu suddenly stopped, his gaze falling on a light box advertisement at a bus stop.
Zhan Xi followed his gaze. The ad was promoting next month’s Qiantang Makers Festival, happening July 17-19 at the Convention Center. Tickets were already available through various channels, and there were still some exhibition spaces open for application.
Zhan Xi tugged Luo Jingyu’s hand, pointed at the light box, and signed: [Do you want to go?]
Luo Jingyu’s expression became dejected. He lowered his eyes, looking pitiful, and didn’t answer for a long time.
Zhan Xi signed again: [If you want to go, I’ll go with you.]
Luo Jingyu looked at her, shook his head, and signed: [I want to participate.]
At first Zhan Xi didn’t understand – if he wanted to participate, why was he shaking his head? Shouldn’t he be nodding?
She looked at the advertisement again, saw the line “exhibition spaces still open for application,” and suddenly realized. She asked out loud: “Little Yu, you mean you want to apply to participate! Not just attend?”
This time, Luo Jingyu nodded.
“Then- then go for it!” Zhan Xi read the ad copy: “Makers Festival, Tech Whirlwind, Trendy Play Spectacular, Sports Pioneers, Live Streaming Shows, Handicraft Market… Ah! You can join the Handicraft Market, right? Quick, go apply!”
Luo Jingyu wrestled with it for a while, then finally signed: [Huanhuan, I want to ask for your help.]
At 1:30 AM, Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi sat side by side at the workbench in 1504, reeking of alcohol. Using Zhan Xi’s laptop, Luo Jingyu opened the Makers Festival website. After filling out information again, they reached the “Project Introduction” page.
Zhan Xi leaned in to carefully read the instructions on the page, and immediately understood Little Yu’s difficulty.
Looking at him, Luo Jingyu’s face was slightly flushed as he helplessly pointed at the empty boxes and the word count requirements above them, signing: [I don’t know how to write it.]
Zhan Xi burst out laughing and said, “You should have told me earlier! I can help you write it, it’s not hard at all. I know about the industry introduction, wrote about it before. But you’ll need to tell me about the exhibition content and your professional experience – I can’t make that up.”
Luo Jingyu frowned and asked: [Tomorrow?]
Zhan Xi shook her head: [Today, now.]
Luo Jingyu looked confused: [Aren’t you tired? You have work tomorrow.]
[Not tired.] Zhan Xi leaned in to kiss his lips, then said out loud, “The application deadline is coming up soon, we need to submit early. Anyway, I have nothing to do at work now, and I still have two days of annual leave. I can take tomorrow off. Let’s get this done now, don’t put it off.”
Luo Jingyu thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
They spent half an hour communicating, with Luo Jingyu using sign language and his phone to tell Zhan Xi his exhibition ideas and his years of experience learning and making hot-pressed flower products.
Zhan Xi took notes on paper. When one sheet was full, she said: “That should be enough. I’ll add some content based on my own ideas. You go take a shower first, I’ll start writing now.”
Luo Jingyu shook his head, not wanting to: [I’ll stay with you.]
Zhan Xi laughed and stroked his face: “Are you going to supervise me? Worried I won’t write well enough about you? Alright then, either go rest on the couch, or I’ll ask you if there’s anything I don’t understand while writing.”
Luo Jingyu didn’t object further. He obediently went to sit on the couch. Gift had been curled up there and jumped onto his lap when he came over, so Luo Jingyu hugged it.
Zhan Xi didn’t waste any more time. She opened a document and started writing in order.
She actually already knew quite a bit about hot-pressed flowers, having researched out of curiosity and even written a long piece for Fang Xu before. So the “Industry Introduction” section flowed very smoothly.
For Luo Jingyu’s experience, Zhan Xi employed her literary talents, praising him to high heaven.
But… should she mention that he’s deaf? She thought about it for a long time and ultimately decided not to.
It was a double-edged sword – it might make it easier for him to get accepted, but it could also get him immediately eliminated. Who knows what attitude the organizers’ reviewers would have toward disabled people? Zhan Xi didn’t want to gamble, and Luo Jingyu didn’t need to play for sympathy.
The hardest part was the “Exhibition Content” section – 1000 words! Luo Jingyu’s ideas were relatively simple. Zhan Xi pondered carefully, feeling it lacked highlights and might not be very competitive compared to other booths.
But hot-pressed flower craft was clearly both beautiful and unique – it shouldn’t blend into mediocrity. After thinking and thinking, a lightbulb went off in Zhan Xi’s head. She grabbed onto the inspiration, refined it further, and jumped up to run to the couch to ask Luo Jingyu.
But Little Yu had already fallen asleep on the couch.
Zhan Xi looked at him with amusement. Gift was lying on his stomach, man and cat both snoring softly, sleeping so sweetly.
The living room had the air conditioning on. Afraid Luo Jingyu might catch cold, Zhan Xi carried Gift to the bed, then brought an AC blanket from the bedroom to cover him, and even tucked a thin pillow under his head.
She sat back at the desk and, not bothering with Luo Jingyu’s opinion anymore, wrote freely according to her own ideas.
Finally at 4:30 AM, she finished writing. After pasting it into the webpage, Zhan Xi changed the contact person and phone number to herself and clicked submit.
That silly Little Yu – what if they called him? He wouldn’t be able to answer and everything would be ruined!
After finishing, Zhan Xi went back to check on Luo Jingyu at the couch. He was sleeping very deeply and had turned onto his side facing the couch back. Zhan Xi patted his arm but got no response. After thinking about it, she decided to let him sleep on the couch for the night.
It would be dawn soon anyway.
Zhan Xi stood up and stretched, yawning. She bent down to plant a loud kiss on Luo Jingyu’s cheek and said, “Little Yu, I’m going home to sleep. See you at noon.”
—
Luo Jingyu woke up around 6 AM, not on his own but because he rolled off the couch. In that instant of falling, he suddenly became alert. His self-preservation instinct kicked in and he managed not to hurt himself too badly, though he got quite a fright.
He got up from the floor looking dazed, picked up the blanket to look at it, then walked to the sliding door and opened the floor-length curtains. Outside, the sky was already bright.
Luo Jingyu walked to the workbench. Zhan Xi’s laptop was closed, with a note left for him beside it:
Little Yu, I’ve submitted the application, don’t worry. ^_^ Just letting you know, I changed the contact number to mine in case you can’t answer calls. I’m taking the day off today. Coming over for lunch – I want curry chicken~ — Huanhuan
Luo Jingyu read the note several times. As he read, he couldn’t help but smile.
He took his clothes and went to the main bathroom to shower. After undressing, he stood in front of the mirror examining himself.
Pipi Xia’s body really was great. Though not as tall as him, he had strong arms, broad shoulders and a narrow waist – clearly the type of guy who regularly worked out at the gym, like Little Zhe.
Luo Jingyu had lean muscle. Thankfully his frame was large, so he didn’t look too much like a pretty boy. He flexed his arm to look at his biceps, then tensed his abs, poking at his not-very-defined stomach muscles. Remembering Pipi Xia’s full body photo, he felt quite inadequate.
Huanhuan had wanted to feel if he had abs when she was in Shanghai! Thinking of this, Luo Jingyu felt dejected.
Huanhuan definitely likes guys with abs!
Luo Jingyu wondered if he should sign up for a gym membership too.
After finishing his “self-inspection,” he brushed his teeth. After gargling and spitting out the foamy water, he lifted his head to look at himself in the mirror again. He pressed his fingers to his throat to make his vocal cords vibrate and opened his mouth to make sounds: “h, h, h, h…”
This was his daily required practice. No one could correct whether he was saying it right or wrong – Luo Jingyu could only rely on his own feeling and memory to practice. He was afraid if he didn’t practice for too long he’d forget again. Next time when he continued learning to speak with Huanhuan, if he couldn’t pronounce “h,” she would definitely tease him.
After practicing for quite a while, he finally stepped into the shower.
—
During the Dragon Boat Festival mini-break, Zhan Xi said she wouldn’t go home and stuck to it. Chi Guilan called her crying again, and Zhan Xi comforted her, saying she’d visit after finding a new job.
Weiwei’s final exams were over. Qin Fei posted the child’s report card on WeChat Moments – all excellent grades. Zhan Xi happily gave it a like.
She called Zhan Jie. He said he’d seen Weiwei once in June. He’d originally wanted to take his son to watch an animated movie, but Weiwei didn’t want to go. Father and son only had a meal together before Weiwei cried to go home to his mom.
Zhan Xi thought to herself: Where were you all those years ago?
Zhan Jie asked her: “You’re not going back for Dragon Boat Festival either. Want to come have a meal at your brother’s?”
“No thanks,” Zhan Xi said. “If I go, I’ll end up cooking and probably helping you clean house too. I’m not going.”
Zhan Jie: “…”
Luo Jingyu went back to his parents’ home alone. Yan Yajuan anxiously asked how things were going with his girlfriend. Luo Jingyu said very well, their relationship was stable.
Yan Yajuan then asked when he could bring the girl home to meet them. Luo Jingyu said it was still too early – he would bring her when the time was right.
After his sister and brother-in-law arrived, Luo Jingyu learned news that brought both joy and worry – Luo Xiaomei was pregnant.
She and Gao Yuan had consulted with the director of genetics and prenatal diagnosis at a Grade A hospital in Qiantang, making an appointment for genetic testing of the fetus at 17 weeks.
Compared to Luo Jingyu and his parents’ nervousness, Luo Xiaomei was more relaxed. She smiled and signed to her brother: [Don’t worry, worrying won’t help. It’s all up to luck now – we’ll see what the results say.]
Luo Jingyu really wanted to ask his sister – if the child also had that deafness-causing gene mutation, what would she do? Get an abortion? At 17 weeks already!
After thinking for a long time, he still didn’t ask.
Yan Yajuan wrapped many zongzi. Luo Jingyu brought some back and cooked two egg and meat ones for Zhan Xi.
While eating the delicious zongzi, Zhan Xi asked if he knew how to wrap them. Luo Jingyu said yes. Zhan Xi then asked about dumplings – he said he could make those too. Curious, she asked what other foods he could make.
This time Luo Jingyu answered using his phone: [Spring rolls, preserved vegetable and pork mooncakes, xiaolongbao, brown sugar rice cakes, egg dumplings, too many to list.]
In short, he could make all the snacks and small foods that people in Qiantang loved. Zhan Xi was practically drooling, thinking she would be very well-fed in the future.
After Dragon Boat Festival, Zhan Xi used her last day of annual leave. As soon as dawn broke, she set out with Luo Jingyu to Mr. Chi’s house – they needed to install the cherry blossom tree, and Zhan Xi would help with sign language translation.
Mr. and Mrs. Chi lived in a detached villa far from the city center, with full Japanese-style decoration – clean, elegant and cozy.
Mr. Chi was at work and had entrusted Dong Cheng to handle everything. Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi met Dong Cheng in the villa. He looked at them with a grin. Though they weren’t holding hands, his look still made them feel uneasy.
Seeing how uncomfortable they both were, Dong Cheng laughed: “Stop being so shy! I know you two are dating. You’re both in your twenties, not like those two kids. What are you hiding for?”
Luo Jingyu, Zhan Xi: “…”
Zhong Peng, Mo Yang: “?”
The cherry blossom tree was to be installed under the corridor in the courtyard. The yard was very large. Mr. Chi had done some renovations over the past few months, clearing out space for the tree and creating a small scenic spot. The tree wouldn’t get rained on but would have natural light for viewing.
Everyone got busy. Little Li set up the trunk first, with some spots that got bumped or knocked needing on-site repairs. Zhong Peng and Mo Yang had installation experience, so they seemed much more practiced this time.
Mrs. Chi was home with her housekeeper. She stood at the edge of the courtyard watching Luo Jingyu and the others install the tree. After watching for a while, she walked up to Dong Cheng and said something to him in Japanese.
After communicating with her, Dong Cheng called Zhan Xi over to find Luo Jingyu.
Luo Jingyu was sitting high up on a ladder arranging branches. Zhan Xi looked up at him and signed: [Little Yu, Mrs. Chi is asking if you can make a hot-pressed flower with her now?]
Luo Jingyu was very surprised: [Now?]
Zhan Xi: [Yes, she says it’s been a long time since anyone made flowers with her. She knows you can do it, so she wants to invite you to make one together.]
Zhong Peng also saw Zhan Xi’s signing. From another ladder, he signed to Luo Jingyu: [Senior, you go ahead. Mo and I can handle this.]
Mo Yang was below and also nodded firmly at Luo Jingyu.
So Luo Jingyu climbed down and followed Dong Cheng inside.
Mrs. Chi was an experienced hot-pressed flower enthusiast. She had a study specifically for this hobby, with a full set of flower-pressing tools.
The study had great lighting and a tatami structure. After Dong Cheng and Mrs. Chi conversed in Japanese, he left, patting Luo Jingyu’s shoulder encouragingly before going.
Luo Jingyu stepped in wearing socks, feeling somewhat awkward as he looked at Mrs. Chi.
This was his first time meeting Mrs. Chi. The fifty-year-old woman was slender, with a kind face. She wore comfortable knit tops and cotton-linen pants, her slightly curly long hair falling over her shoulders. She bowed to Luo Jingyu and invited him to sit.
Luo Jingyu sat at the table. Mrs. Chi made him a cup of hot tea and laid out all the tools and materials on the table. She looked very happy, her eyes curved in a smile, and brought out her own pressed flower works to show Luo Jingyu.
She knew Luo Jingyu couldn’t hear but didn’t mind, as if she’d found a kindred spirit.
Luo Jingyu carefully looked at Mrs. Chi’s pressed flower works. Her skill level was quite good – professional among enthusiasts. He sincerely gave Mrs. Chi a thumbs up.
Mrs. Chi was even happier. She opened a Japanese book about pressed flowers and pointed out a flower for Luo Jingyu to see. To his surprise, it was a Dendrobium flower!
Luo Jingyu: “…”
Sign language can be universal in some situations. Mrs. Chi pointed to herself, then the picture, shaking her head with a regretful expression. Then she pointed to Luo Jingyu, then the picture, her eyes instantly becoming hopeful.
Luo Jingyu couldn’t help smiling. He had just learned this one – if he hadn’t learned it, this would have been so awkward! He nodded at Mrs. Chi and made an “OK” sign. Mrs. Chi immediately lit up with joy, letting out a stream of rapid Japanese and clapping her hands excitedly.
Zhan Xi and Dong Cheng stood side by side in the courtyard, looking up at Zhong Peng and the others climbing up and down, busy at work.
Dong Cheng suddenly spoke: “Mrs. Chi has been ill and getting treatment these past few years. This cherry blossom tree… who knows how long she’ll be able to see it.”
Zhan Xi was startled and turned to look at him.
Just then, the Japanese housekeeper came out to call Dong Cheng. After hearing what she said, he told Zhan Xi: “Let’s go, we need to get to work too – help them with translation. Seems like some parts are difficult to learn just by watching.”
Zhan Xi and Dong Cheng also entered the study. Luo Jingyu looked up when he saw them, his face showing apology.
The Dendrobium flower was already difficult, and he couldn’t understand Mrs. Chi’s lip movements at all. Mrs. Chi couldn’t understand sign language either. The two of them had been staring at each other unable to communicate for quite a while, and could only seek outside help.
With Dong Cheng and Zhan Xi’s help, the teaching finally went smoothly. Luo Jingyu would sign to Zhan Xi, who would translate for Dong Cheng, who would then translate into Japanese for Mrs. Chi.
The four of them sat around the desk for a long time, until lunchtime when all the dyeing was finished.
The housekeeper prepared a sumptuous Japanese lunch for everyone. Afterwards, Zhong Peng’s group continued working, while the flower-pressing lesson in the study also continued steadily.
Zhan Xi loved watching Luo Jingyu use the pressing iron. He was so focused, completely immersed in it. He never seemed to find it tedious – only enjoyment.
Mrs. Chi also watched him admiringly, occasionally exchanging words with Dong Cheng. Dong Cheng told Zhan Xi: “Mrs. Chi says Teacher Luo is very professional, on par with her pressed flower teacher in Japan.”
Zhan Xi couldn’t stop smiling – her Little Yu was already amazing and professional! Top 10 in China! Master flower-presser Luo Jingyu!
However, during the flower-pressing lesson, Zhan Xi thought of an issue: Little Yu couldn’t speak. If he participated in the Makers Festival, during the three days of hands-on experience sessions, how would he explain things to customers?
Mrs. Chi at least had experience, but festival customers would all be complete beginners. The pressing iron was very hot – first-time users could be dangerous. How would Little Yu ensure customer safety? The whole process had so many steps – they couldn’t just let customers figure it out on their own, right?
This was a key issue. Zhan Xi made a mental note to discuss it properly with Little Yu later.
Near evening, the Dendrobium flower in the study was completed, and the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard corridor was taking shape.
Luo Jingyu didn’t rest but immediately went to the courtyard to help Zhong Peng and Mo Yang make final adjustments to the styling.
Zhan Xi didn’t go disturb him. Mrs. Chi gave her a cup of matcha ice cream. She sat in the corridor, eating the ice cream while watching him from afar.
Luo Jingyu looked so captivating when working – handsome while pressing flowers, handsome while installing petals, even handsome while scolding people in sign language!
His gaze was steady and determined, his attitude toward his work nearly harsh. Places that looked flawless to Zhan Xi, he would sign to Zhong Peng that the proportions were wrong here or too messy and lacking beauty there, then adjust it himself while having the two youngsters learn by his side.
A phrase came to Zhan Xi’s mind – craftsman’s spirit.
That probably described someone like Luo Jingyu.
From morning to evening, the sky gradually darkened.
Two more hours passed before the cherry blossom tree was finally installed.
In this early summer season, the distant horizon held spectacular sunset clouds. Nearby, a tree full of pink cherry blossoms bloomed under a Japanese-style eaves corridor, giving Zhan Xi a sense of time-space displacement.
Mrs. Chi stared at the tree in a daze, tears of emotion rolling down her face.
She repeatedly expressed thanks to Luo Jingyu and the others, wanting to keep them for dinner. Luo Jingyu politely declined, so Dong Cheng arranged a seven-seat business vehicle to take them home.
Little Li sat in the front passenger seat. Luo Jingyu said the two youngsters had worked harder that day, so they should take the most comfortable second row seats. He and Zhan Xi sat in the back row.
The return trip would take an hour and a half. Everyone was tired. In the car, the two young ones dozed off leaning against their seats. Luo Jingyu initially looked out the window and chatted with Zhan Xi, but gradually his head started nodding down.
Zhan Xi watched him with suppressed laughter. When he nodded like a pecking chicken again, she sat up straight and pulled his head to rest on her shoulder.
Luo Jingyu blinked sleepily. Zhan Xi held his hand tight, soothingly scratching his palm. As if finding the most comfortable position, Luo Jingyu finally relaxed and closed his eyes, falling into deep sleep on Zhan Xi’s shoulder.
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