Rebellious Son

Liu Chang'an watched Shangguan Dandan sleep soundly and did not leave at once. The young man with clean skin, thick black hair, a tall, slender frame, and faintly upturned lips stood by the bed. With a light press of his finger, he switched on the bedside lamp.

The orange-yellow light was not harsh, yet it cast a rosy glow with subtle layers over her fair face. Her neatly trimmed bangs fell in wispy shadows, light and delicate. Her moist lips were a vivid red, and the dimple beside her mouth seemed to have appeared because she had encountered something pleasant in her dream—such as being dealt an excellent hand of cards.

The scene looked lovely and beautiful, but for most people, waking suddenly in the middle of the night to find someone standing beside the bed staring at them would be terrifying.

That was very different from waking up in someone's arms.

Liu Chang'an stood there for a while. Shangguan Dandan did not open her eyes again, so he turned to look around the room. Compared with when he had lived here, its furnishings had changed drastically.

It felt different too. The former simplicity and plainness had turned into a sense of crowding and confinement. No wonder she spent most of her time upstairs playing when she was not sleeping.

It was hardly anyone else's fault. Who told her to put a television as large as a wall in here? She had even moved her electric scooter inside, along with the little table and stools Zhou Dongdong had once picked up for Liu Chang'an to repair.

Even the thermos she had forgotten to take out today, sitting beside the bed, felt as though it took up an extraordinary amount of space.

The thing taking up the most room, of course,