The next day.
There was a commotion outside the courtyard, along with Yang Cuicui's scolding.
The chickens flew and the dogs leaped; it was quite a lively scene.
When Chuzheng opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a man's handsome face enlarged before her.
He was adorably lying on his side in her arms, his lashes casting shadows on his fair skin.
Chuzheng stared at him for a moment.
Her fingertip carefully landed on his cheek, tracing its curve and then edging onto his lips.
Qiu Ya seemed to feel uncomfortable and shook his head slightly.
But the sensation persisted, and he frowned, suddenly opening his mouth to take Chuzheng's finger in.
The pad of her finger was pressed against the tip of Qiu Ya's tongue.
Qiu Ya instinctively curled it up.
Chuzheng's eyes flickered slightly.
But the next second, she felt a sharp pain in her finger.
Qiu Ya had bitten her!
Chuzheng pulled out her hand and looked at the teeth marks on her finger, forgetting all other thoughts.
