"I'm not staying." Wushuang's style was decisive; when she said she was leaving, she meant it and wouldn't drag her feet. Kaka thought that perhaps it was precisely this straightforwardness that led to... He smiled wryly. Thinking about that now was useless. Wushuang looked at Kaka with a playful expression. "Oh, you're missing me already, and I haven't even left?"
Kaka gave her a half-genuine, half-teasing smile. "**Baby, you're so clever.**"
Wushuang playfully punched him, then nestled even closer, resting her head on his chest, naturally. She loved the clean, masculine scent of Kaka; it made her feel incredibly safe. Kaka stopped chatting, half-embracing her, running his fingers through her long hair, his expression calm and full of tender affection.
"Kaka, when are you and Fang Jiaqi getting married?" Wushuang suddenly asked.
