"Sugar…"
Chu Jinnian's voice carried a joy and laughter that was easily detectable, "You tease and run, not planning to take responsibility?"
Her face burned as if on fire, and Tang Mulin nestled in the man's chest, daring not to move.
By her ear was his heartbeats, heavy as the beating of a drum.
Or perhaps, it was hers.
Tang Mulin bit her lip and muttered softly, "I did not."
Glancing down, he saw her evasive, sparkling eyes.
Chu Jinnian shook his head helplessly, scooped up the girl into his arms, and enjoyed the tranquility and beauty of the moment.
"I always feel like I'm dreaming."
Chu Jinnian chuckled, affectionately kissing Tang Mulin's forehead, "It seems like such scenes have happened many times in the dreams already."
Tang Mulin looked up at Chu Jinnian blankly, "Me too."
During countless midnight dreams, Tang Mulin felt as if she and he had never been apart.
Even in the dreams, he often appeared.
Sometimes it was in the school classroom.
