It looked like Zhenlan had developed a new kink that I never knew about before. Not like I ever really knew that side of him.
No, he seemed to be taking great pleasure in making me wait until he had packed every container back into the bag before he would tell me where we were going next.
He even went so far as to slowly wipe the table, closed the cake box, and checked beneath the chairs for anything we might have dropped. The entire time, his face stayed calm, but I could tell he knew I was practically bouncing on the balls of my feet, wanting to know where we were going next or even a hit about what we were going to do.
I looked over at him for just a moment to see him watching the path behind the vines.
The plants were still leaning that way, and apparently, they had never learned how to keep a secret.
When Zhenlan finally stood, he held out his hand. I took it and let him lead me through the opening in the flowers.
