A moment later, Shen Xingling came out holding a bag. Mu Tingshen instantly understood what was inside; of course he wouldn't forget something he had bought himself.
Shen Xingling dug out all the little umbrellas, because they weren't just in the bedside table—they were hidden in almost every corner of the bedroom. She hoisted a whole bag of them and tossed them straight into the trash can right in front of Mu Tingshen. "Look for these? Well, I'm throwing them all away anyway since we won't need them anymore!" Her tone was quite cheerful.
"Mm, happy now?" Mu Tingshen walked over, wrapped his arms around Shen Xingling from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder. The two of them gently swayed back and forth, whispering intimate pillow talk—it was utterly cozy.
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