A faint smile touched Jiang Yu's crimson lips, like starlight dancing on spring water and sending ripples across its surface.
"If it's not good, why do you look so pleased?"
Shen Lang flopped onto the soft couch, rubbing her stomach. "This is what life's all about," she sighed.
"You're hopeless," Jiang Yu chuckled, lowering his gaze to continue reviewing his memorials.
Lying on her back, Shen Lang's gaze idly traced his profile. "If I wasn't by your side anymore," she said suddenly, "would you shed a few tears for me?"
"Tears?" Jiang Yu paused, as if he'd heard something amusing. He kept his eyes on his memorials as he spoke. "How pathetic. I would drag you back, lock you in a cage, and sever the tendons in your arms and legs... so that day and night, you could only be loved by me."
"...Pervert." Shen Lang's long lashes drooped slightly, the corners of her lush eyes curving into a smile as bewitching and red as blood.
