Yin Yue refused to let Shen Shiqing move.
Early in the morning, she brewed a pot of tea in his room and found a book he loves: "You read, I'll pack."
Shen Shiqing was being pampered by her and felt a bit embarrassed: "My luggage, I should still..."
Yin Yue squatted on the ground, suddenly looked up, and glared at him with feigned anger.
He quickly adjusted his expression, not daring to utter another word. Like an obedient schoolboy, he retreated, sat well on the chair, and picked up the book: "Ahem."
Yin Yue smiled slightly, bowed her head to unlock: "Luggage password."
Shen Shiqing blocked his cheek with the book, his voice soft and gentle: "Your birthday."
Yin Yue's lips curved again and again, quickly adjusted the lock, and opened it.
Clothes and items were neatly sorted, though she couldn't help but exclaim: "Why did you bring ten pairs of underwear and ten pairs of socks?"
