"Let others say what they will, they are not me; how can they understand the world I see through my eyes."
When Long Tianjiao woke up in the morning, the first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was Liang He’s face.
They were face to face.
Long Tianjiao closed her eyes, moved forward, and hugged him tight.
This hug woke Liang He up as well.
Realizing he was awake,
Long Tianjiao looked up. The just-awakened Liang He had a layer of sleepiness over his eyes. She reached out to touch his face, his nose, the corners of his eyes, until her hand was caught by him, "Stop messing around."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Mm, a dreamless night, slept very well."
Long Tianjiao sat up, put on her clothes, got out of bed, stepped on the cashmere carpet, and opened the French windows. Outside, the snow was pure white, "It snowed all night. Liang He, how about we have hotpot together tonight?"
Liang He, half-leaning against the bedhead, said, "It’s only morning, and you’re already planning dinner?"
She crawled back into bed and pouted at him, "I like it. Is that not okay?"
"Then you book the restaurant, and we’ll go together tonight."
Long Tianjiao instantly beamed with joy and started booking on her phone."
After making the reservation, she told him the address, "You must come on time tonight, six o’clock."
She then opened her messaging app, and Guangzi had sent her a message: [Buddy, your fiancé and that girl both clarified on Weibo, don’t be down about it.]
Seeing this, Long Tianjiao scrolled through Liang He’s Weibo and found that he had posted a clarifying Weibo message at three in the morning.
A short sentence: [Ran into each other by accident at the ski resort, just friends with Shang Zhen.]
Under this Weibo post, there were surprisingly over two hundred thousand comments.
"You posted a clarification on Weibo at three in the morning?" She turned her head to look at him, weren’t they both asleep at that time?
"Got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and just posted it on a whim," Liang He replied nonchalantly.
Long Tianjiao laughed, feeling incredibly delighted, "I thought you wouldn’t bother clarifying."
"Originally, I didn’t plan to because there are too many of these rumors, but then I thought it’d be better to say something," he said.
Long Tianjiao scrolled through the comments on Weibo, and the fourth comment was from Shang Zhen: [Sorry, Mr. Liang.]
"Even though I know it’s just a misunderstanding, to tell you the truth, I don’t like her as much anymore; I’ve become wary of her," Long Tianjiao earnestly declared her territory, "You can’t be lured away by those little wenches eyeing you greedily; you’re mine, only mine, got it?" Thɪs chapter is updated by novel✶fire.net
"How about I move in to live with you?" Long Tianjiao suggested, "What do you think of this idea?"
Liang He, at 26, knew very well what her moving in meant; it was tantamount to cohabitation.
Moving in was a good option, they would know whether they were suitable to live together after some time.
"I think this idea is... very good."
Long Tianjiao curved her brows and eyes, winked at him, "Then you better be prepared mentally."
"Prepared to be eaten up by me, bite by bite."
Liang He laughed, "Isn’t that supposed to be the other way around?"
"Not at all, I’ve long been ready to be your woman, do you know what the username I used when I was fourteen was?" Before she could say it, she started laughing herself, "Liang He’s Woman, hahahaha, I’m going downstairs to buy breakfast, what would you like to eat?"
She went out, and Liang He went to freshen up.
The heating in the living room was turned on, and he casually switched on the TV and sat on the sofa waiting for breakfast.
Long Tianjiao came back very soon, only bringing back one portion, "Here, I’ll eat back at my place."