Leaving Starbucks, he remembered Yang Na telling him the renovation materials had arrived at the store last night. He decided to go take a look.
There was a small door on the side of the construction hoarding. As he approached, he saw that it wasn't locked from the outside. It was even slightly ajar. He pushed it open and went in.
Unexpectedly, there was someone inside.
She was bent over at the waist, examining the materials. The denim of her jeans bunched at her waist, yet it couldn't hide the slenderness of her figure or the full, pert curve of her hips, like a bow that remains supple despite being repeatedly folded in a yoga class.
Hearing the noise, she turned around. She seemed a little surprised to see Yang Hui.
"What a coincidence!"
Remembering he had just taken her latte, Yang Hui took the initiative to greet her.
