September 30th.
Evening.
After everything was done.
Qin Guanglin didn't lie at the head of the bed to smoke a cigarette—he didn't smoke—so he could only hug He Fang and nuzzle against her neck, inhaling the fresh scent of her hair, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.
"Let's sleep in peace."
He Fang, slightly exhausted, pushed his head away with her eyes closed, "We have to get up early tomorrow."
"But I'm a bit nervous, I can't sleep," Qin Guanglin's hands mischievously slid inside He Fang's pajamas, feeling the smooth touch which slightly comforted him, "Is your family in the city or the suburbs? Are there any hotels nearby?"
"I'm very sleepy…" He Fang grumbled discontentedly, "There are, everything's there, we'll talk about it tomorrow, you surely won't be aggrieved..."
"Alright, alright, you sleep first, I will think about it a bit more."