459, soft, doesn't hurt when dropped

Just when she thought she had settled on the damp grass, Shi Yuhuan grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace.

After steadying her with his arm around her, he sat with her on the lawn chair nearby.

The lawn chair, usually used for sunbathing, was only big enough for one person. Now, it was terribly narrow for two.

Song Qinghuan had no choice but to snuggle against Shi Yuhuan, her fingers lightly clenching his lapels.

The two of them just sat there like that, watching Zishi eat.

Zishi, fancying himself quite the show off, spun in circles while eating, occasionally shaking his head in an adorable fashion, seeming extremely pleased with himself.

Being with Shi Yuhuan, who was always more taciturn than her, Song Qinghuan gently parted her lips, choosing to take the initiative to ask: "The person who poisoned the villa wasn't Shi Mu, did you find out who it was?"