“I wish I could hate you.”

“What? Why are you saying that?”

“You do everything perfectly! What am I supposed to be good at?”

“That makes no sense”, he laughed. He loved listening to her rant late at night, the two of them cuddled in bed.

“Yes, yes it does!”, she argued. “You know how to cook, how to dance, how to sing, how to act. Again, what am I supposed to be good at?”

“Loving me?”

“Oh my god, you didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did.”

She stared at him blankly, not believing what he had just said.

“Zhengting?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

He laughed wholeheartedly, hugging her tightly, hiding his face in her neck. He was kissing her neck as she playfully tried to scape his hold.

“Why are you trying to get away from me?”

She just laughed, feeling happy just by laying next to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.”