The sun was setting in the west, it was nearly dusk.
In a park, a man and a woman sat in a secluded corner.
"It's a bit cold, are you done yet? Someone might come." Zhang Xiaoyue shivered slightly, her face as red as a persimmon, and she pleaded softly.
"Don't worry, I'm watching!"
A moment later, Chen Shouyi finally withdrew his hand.
Zhang Xiaoyue quickly tidied her clothes, looking around nervously like a guilty thief, and only felt relieved when she saw no one was around. She coquettishly glanced at him, "Satisfied now?"
"Yeah, it's fine." Chen Shouyi chuckled. He could only enjoy a little this way, Zhang Xiaoyue was just too weak: "Have you missed me lately?"
"Who missed you?" Zhang Xiaoyue said insincerely, handing over a bag as she shyly added, "Oh right, I almost forgot, this is for you."
"What is it?" Chen Shouyi asked curiously as he took it.
"You'll know once you see it."
