"Baby, do you feel like... someone is watching us?" She leaned on Gong Yeyan's shoulder, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she chuckled softly, "Look, it's this—"
She stretched out her hand and picked up the photo frame placed by the bedside.
On it was a picture of Gong Yeyan in his youth.
Handsome yet immature.
Gong Yeyan, "..."
He pulled Ming Ge from beneath him, suddenly flipped over without warning, making her sit on his lap, his chin resting in the nook of her neck, his breath hot, and he spoke in a husky voice, "What if someone is watching?"
"...it's quite strange."
She answered, her mind a jumble, feeling her voice and whole self becoming... strange.
*
The next morning.
Shen Bijun smiled mysteriously, "Daughter-in-law, how was the sleepwear I prepared for you last night?"
Ming Ge scratched her head, "Sleepwear?"
What sleepwear?
Shen Bijun widened her eyes, "Didn't you see it? I prepared it with care!"
Ming Ge, "Uh..."
Meticulously prepared.
