For a moment, Qiu Wuji had forgotten why she had tapped his head earlier.
Oh, right. It seemed she had gotten carried away in the heat of the moment, only for Mengmeng to interrupt, so she had told him to wait until they got home.
I'll be waiting for you at home~
But that hadn't meant sleeping together, much less doing anything that crossed the line...
They were just going to cuddle and kiss at home. They had done that so many times already, perfectly innocently!
But now things seemed to have taken on a different flavor...
After what both of them felt had resembled a "little wedding banquet," amid flickering red candlelight and their friends' and family's blessings.
They had returned home, gone inside, and each washed until they smelled lovely.
T-talking about getting intimate at a time like this... what did that make it?
Could it be called... retiring to the bridal chamber?
Qiu Wuji's heart suddenly raced, and for a long while, she had no idea how to respond.
Now she also had an answer for why hearing the water running in his bathroom had flustered her while she was writing her diary.
It was because, subconsciously, she had known this moment would come...
But was that resistance, or anticipation?
Qiu Wuji couldn't figure it out.
All she knew was that she really had summoned him with that tap.
So she could only watch helplessly as Chu Ge jogged over, the crying face of the big-headed doll on his pajamas practically matching her own mood.
What on earth were we doing?!
With a swish, Chu Ge climbed onto the bed and tried to slip under the covers.
Qiu Wuji went rigid, instinctively knowing that tonight, Qiu Qiu faced her autumn of life and death!
Yet somehow, she