"Hey! Cheng Yue, I already said I wanted soda! How come there's still no response from you after all this time? Does that auntie have flowers on her face? Why do you keep staring at her?" the girl said, very dissatisfied.
"Because she's good-looking, alright?" Cheng Yue grinned, took out one yuan from his pocket, and bought two bottles of soda, drinking them with joy.
The girl wasn't satisfied with this answer, and inexplicably, she felt a sense of crisis.
"Hey, Cheng Yue! When do you think we should go back to Jiangning? We've been here for a week now, and I'm starting to feel homesick! Why don't we go back next week?" The girl tilted her head, looking at him, trying to seek his opinion.
