By the time they had both finished showering, it was past midnight.
This time, Jiang Yumiao didn't hesitate. He changed into his grape-print pajamas and lay on his stomach on the bed, holding the Moon Grapes Ning Chunchi had made for him and admiring them with delight.
Since they were made of glass, the grapes weren't the deep purple of real ones, but a beautifully translucent pale purple. The little bunch hung from the tip of the moon, instantly softening the silvery crescent's cold elegance.
As Jiang Yumiao admired them, he occasionally touched one spot or poked another with a careful fingertip, his eyes full of affection.
Ning Chunchi leaned against the headboard, his expression unusually gentle. He said nothing, simply watching how Jiang Yumiao couldn't bear to put down the Moon Grapes in his hands.
Trading these little burns for Little Grape's concern and affection was worth it, he thought.
That thought lasted right up until Jiang Yumiao actually wanted to sleep holding the Moon Grapes.
Jiang Yumiao really couldn't bear to put them down, but the glass piece was fragile. Although he was confident that he slept well and wouldn't toss and turn, he was still afraid of accidentally knocking it onto the floor and breaking it. He held it for a long time, wavering, before finally setting it gently beside his pillow.
Only after putting the Moon Grapes down did he remember to see what Ning Chunchi was doing.
One glance revealed that Ning Chunchi's face had darkened for the first time in a while, and he was watching Jiang Yumiao with an unreadable expression.
Jiang Yumiao: ???
Wasn't he in a good mood just now? How had Ning Chunchi's expression changed while I was admiring the Moon Grapes?
Ning Chunchi had made this to surprise Jiang