"Ajin," Song Qingya said, tugging on his arm. "My back is sore today, and I'd like to lie down for a bit."
She then tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes sparkling. "You have to keep your word, you know. You promised. You took the entire day off just to be with me. Hurry back as soon as you're done putting things away so we can rest together."
"Alright."
Fei Jin nodded, his voice gentle. "Then you should hurry inside, change into your pajamas, and lie down. I'm not going anywhere; I'll stay here with you."
"Pinky swear!"
She held out her hand, her pinky finger gently raised, her eyes crinkling into a smile.
Fei Jin couldn't help but smile.
Then, he also held out his hand, his fingertip gently hooking around her finger. "Pinky swear."
This sort of girlish interaction should have felt absurd to a mature and stable person like him.
But strangely, he was more than willing to play along. As long as he could see her smile, nothing else mattered.
