Eric is here.
Joyfully, accompanied by Qin Hui, who's window shopping at Zhengyi Dao. The two of them are carrying two boxes of freshly baked pastries.
Eric holding Qin Hui, rings the doorbell while still chatting with Qin Hui,
"Is this your first time coming to their house?"
Qin Hui nods, "Uh, Xiao Meng kept saying she wanted to bring me here to play, but never had the time."
"Their house is really big, though it can't compare to mine. When... will you come home with me?"
Qin Hui's ears suddenly turned red.
What does Eric mean by this?
Going home with him... does this phrase mean the same thing to the British as it does to the Chinese?
If it means the same, it's really embarrassing, isn't it?
"What are you smiling foolishly about?"
"Nothing!"
Seeing Qin Hui like this, Eric's heart started racing too.
He ruffled her hair and, seeing no one answering the door, muttered,
"Speaking of which, inviting me for hot pot, isn't this a bit too early?"
Qin Hui glanced at him,
