"There was supposed to be another meeting, scheduled for tomorrow. I came back early this morning, did the math, and realized if I flew back right after the meeting I'd still make it home in time, so I came back."
Su Xiaomeng braced her hands on his chest, turned over and lay on top of him. She scooped up some foam in her hand and dabbed it lightly on his nose, studying his face closely…
"Your skin's gotten a lot rougher."
"I'm not a woman."
"But your skin used to be better than a woman's! Not exactly fair and baby‑soft, but the tone was great, and it was really elastic, the pores were tiny, it felt so smooth to the touch."
Su Xiaomeng folded her arms and rested them across Yin Shixiu's chest, smiling as she looked at him.
Yin Shixiu held her in his arms, watching the slightly damp ends of her short hair sticking to her face. The once slightly chubby round face had been sharpened by time, her jawline more defined, and her features had somehow only grown more delicate.
