While speaking, he leaned in for a kiss.
"Hey hey hey, stop right there," Jian Anning immediately dodged his kiss, "We still have to film, better rest awhile. As for having kids—that's a conversation for another day!"
"You're right," Yu Zexiao nodded, "Having kids—that's indeed a matter for the 'days' to come, isn't it?"
"Yu Zexiao! If you go on, I'll really get mad at you!"
"Alright, alright," Yu Zexiao laughed too, and laid down beside her on the bed, feeling her breath soft and steady; his heart immediately lightened.
"Anning," he called softly. It seemed like her name carried a hint of lingering affection; just the act of saying it left a pleasant aftertaste.
"Hmm?" She looked at him, puzzled.
Just then, Yu Zexiao turned to look at her too, observing the tender emotions in the depths of her eyes, he felt as if a feather had floated down into his heart—soft yet firm.
"Anning, being with you is wonderful."
