On their first night in Paris, Tianxin lay on Hu Junyan's soft, large bed and took a deep breath.
"What's the matter, can't sleep??" Chen Yiran turned over, pulled Tianxin into his arms, and asked with a smile.
"Oh, I guess I'm still somewhat jet-lagged." Tianxin smiled awkwardly and then turned around, wrapping her arms around Chen Yiran's waist, saying, "It must be already six in the morning back home, how could I possibly fall asleep."
"If you can't sleep, why don't we do something meaningful??" Chen Yiran, with one arm around Tianxin's slender waist and the other lightly placed on her soft chest, brought his handsome face close to hers, gently pecked her red lips, and asked with a mischievous smile.
"Don't..." Tianxin quickly placed her hand on Chen Yiran's wandering hand to stop it, panicking, "We have to get up early tomorrow to go out and have fun; what if your definition of 'meaningful' gets out of hand and we can't wake up in time?"
