After nightfall, Zhou Chang'an, who had been paying close attention, heard a voice from the female educated youth's house across from him, "Qiongfang, are you awake?"
He put on his clothes and shoes, then went to the bean frame in the backyard.
At this moment, the backyard was already empty.
After a whole day of exhaustion, anyone who could lie down wouldn't be willing to sit; most people were asleep.
As soon as Xu Manman arrived, she saw Zhou Chang'an looking up at the sky. Without hesitation, she went up and hugged his waist, pressing her chest tightly against his back.
"Qiong, Qiongfang, don't, don't do this!" In fact, Zhou Chang'an was completely stiff at this moment, and his tongue was trembling.
He stood for a while, noticing no movement from the person behind him. If it weren't for the two warm soft spots pressed against him, he would have doubted if the other person was dead.
Just as he was about to struggle, "Qu Qiongfang's" hand moved downwards swiftly, grabbing his.
