Good Trouble

Qian Meigui approached the long glass windows where the sun began to disappear behind the storming clouds. The rain started to trek down the windows; the soft pattern of the sound filled the space around her.

She heard someone open the door behind her, tapping their feet against the rug by the entrance. Qian Meigui turned around, where Song Sheng was shaking his umbrella. "I will bring you a towel," she said by way of greeting as she immediately approached the bathroom, grabbing a dry cloth.

Song Sheng waited for her by the entrance until she arrived. He began shaking his head like a dog, trying to air-dry his hair. "You're going to wet the floor," she said, pushing his head low. Using the towel, she ran the cloth over his hair. He didn't let her finish when he glanced up at her, taking a grip of one of her wrists, and planting a deep kiss on her lips.