Some things felt perfectly normal when you said them yourself, but when someone else said them to you, they became as strange as strange could be.
Luo Chuan now understood that clearly.
"Stop saying weird things."
The hand he had around Yao Ziyan's waist gave a squeeze, and the girl immediately broke into peals of laughter.
"Don't... let go..."
After fooling around for a while, Yao Ziyan was slightly out of breath. She shot Luo Chuan a helpless glare. "Stop messing around. Hurry up, we still have things to do tomorrow."
"Weren't you the one who started it?"
"That's not important!"
Luo Chuan knew there was no point in reasoning with women, so he stopped the pointless argument.
"Then I'm coming in?"
"..."
Luo Chuan felt something filling his body. It was difficult to describe this sensation in concrete words. It transcended the physical body, a perception on the level of consciousness.
It was like living alone every day, only for a roommate to suddenly move in one day.
It felt rather novel.
Especially when that roommate was a pretty girl.
After the initial unfamiliar contact, all that remained was happiness and delight. He could hardly wait to play some games that only the two of them could play.
That was right, Gomoku.
Yao Ziyan's feelings were more or less the same as Luo Chuan's. It was like suddenly moving into someone else's home—first came novelty and excitement, then reluctance to leave, all sorts of emotions tangled together.
Manifestations on the spiritual level were far more direct than those in reality.
"Ahem, I'm going to sing."
Yao Ziyan coughed softly twice, using this to divert her attention.
She was somewhat worried that she would sink into it.
*Yao Ziyan, Yao Ziyan, how could you be like this? Have you forgotten