The sky outside was gloomy, with dense rain beating against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The sound of rain accompanied by Liu Qingning's embarrassed and annoyed voice lingered in the dim bedroom.
The two of them rolled around a few times on the bed.
In the end, Liu Qingning pinned him down and slapped his chest hard.
"Tang Song, why are you so annoying, bullying me first thing in the morning."
Tang Song looked at his first love sitting on top of him, unable to stop smiling.
His feelings for Liu Qingning were deep and complex.
It wasn't just love, but also a long-lasting companionship and friendship born from encouragement.
And how to make her accept who he is now was always a huge burden on his heart.
Now that he finally managed to move this burden, he felt at ease and refreshed.
After slapping for a while, Liu Qingning rubbed her slightly sore hand and pouted: "I don't know how you trained, your muscles are so hard."
