The four generations of the family sat around chatting, and as it got late, Chi Jingxuan took Qin Yuji upstairs to rest in the bedroom.
After they had both taken their showers and lain down in bed, without warning, Chi Jingxuan kissed Qin Yuji deeply.
A while later, Chi Jingxuan, panting, asked, "Baby, how many surprising things do you have in that little head of yours? Do you know? I absolutely love these clever tricks of yours."
Qin Yuji pursed her lips and stole a smile, then whispered after a long time, "I'm not the kind of person who just lets others push me around. The more I've been bullied, the more I know how to retaliate, hitting the vital points without hurting myself. So, I guess this is what I've gained from my years of street life."
Each time he saw Qin Yuji describe her tumultuous past so lightly, Chi Jingxuan's heart ached like a needle prick, just as it did now.