With the unique vigilance of a soldier, as soon as Cheng Su leaned in, Qi Taiguo immediately woke up. At the tip of his nose, he was filled with her familiar fragrance, along with her soft body.
Without opening his eyes, Qi Taiguo stretched out his hand and pulled her into his embrace, his voice nasal as he asked, "Back?"
"Mm!" Cheng Su replied with a nasal hum.
A simple sentence, the most ordinary of dialogues, yet it was also the most heartwarming, as if they had never been apart, filled only with warmth.
Qi Taiguo reached out to touch her forehead, then her hand, saying, "Why are you so cold? You're not wearing enough clothes."
As he spoke, he kicked off his shoes, shifted in bed, pulled Cheng Su into his arms, and drew the quilt over them both.
The warmth enveloped them instantly, and Cheng Su sighed in comfort, hugging Qi Taiguo's waist even tighter and pinching.
"You've lost weight!"
