The bustling night market.
Bai Yuxia was clearly pretending to be angry, yet the way she turned her face outlined a smile, with shallow dimples blossoming.
The contrast from her usual calm and rational demeanor to this slight pouting expression felt like a maiden whispering in your ear, gently teasing.
Jiang Ning didn't try to coax her with words; he looked towards the streets on both sides of the food street.
This food street is quite spacious, with stalls laid out like the seats in Class 8, and buildings on either side housing shops such as spicy hot pots, dessert shops, and flower shops.
Jiang Ning happened to notice a trendy claw machine shop where a few young couples were lingering at the entrance, so he proposed, "Come on, let's catch some plush toys."
Upon hearing this, Bai Yuxia turned around, her expression unchanged from usual, with no trace of the earlier pouting.
