Xia Yan changed into a fresh set of clothes and sat by the window, drinking tea,
Five pots of flowers and plants now stood by the window, including purple cornflowers and white star jasmine, swaying gently in the breeze,
stretching out their leaves.
Ning Rongrong walked up to Xia Yan, her beautiful eyes glinting with mischief. "Zhuqing and I were in the bathroom. You heard everything?"
Xia Yan sipped his tea unhurriedly. "I couldn't have heard it any more clearly."
With only a wall between them, if he couldn't hear them, he really ought to get his ears checked.
A delicate fragrance filled his nostrils. Ning Rongrong threw herself into his arms and leaned close to his ear, breathing softly:
"Do you like me, or do you like Zhuqing?"
Xia Yan set down his white teacup and gazed into those beautiful eyes. "Why can't I like both of you?"
Ning Rongrong lifted a slender, pale finger and lightly tapped his chest. "So you're that greedy..."
Her rosy lips drew near Xia Yan's, close enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath. She whispered:
"No matter how many people you like, you have to keep me in your heart."
On the other side of the wall,
water splashed in the bathroom,
Ning Rongrong kissed him, pressing her lips against his and savoring his softness,
time lost all meaning,
Until Ning Rongrong ran out of breath. But before Xia Yan could say another word, she kissed him again,
Until not a shred of strength remained in her body. She slumped against Xia Yan, her face flushed as she gasped for breath,
"You have to take responsibility..."
Ning Rongrong was a good girl again, mumbling as if she were afraid Xia Yan would abandon her.
Xia Yan held her tightly:
"I'll