"I'll listen to you, Ying. You decide when." Zhou Zheng stared intently at Chen Ying's profile, speaking tenderly, "I'll wait for you tonight." In the pitch-black darkness, if Chen Ying listened to his reasoning, it would be ideal. If not, he'd just force things to happen—cooking the raw rice into cooked rice, and then she'd obediently stay with him.
"What if I come over tonight and find you doing God-knows-what with Tian Tian again?" Chen Ying snapped irritably before storming off, her lips curving into a sly smile where Zhou Zheng couldn't see.
...
At eight in the evening, the dark village was silent, with only the soft, silvery glow of moonlight bathing the earth.
Zhou Zheng moved eagerly, navigating between the interplay of shadow and light. Chen Ying was waiting for him, waiting for him. He had to seize this chance.
