'You are not the fish; how can you know the fish's joy?' The line suddenly popped into Yu Minlan's head.
'Right. Just like how she found playing in the sand to be quite boring, but Lin Ruoxi was having the time of her life...'
Xue Rui found where Lin Ruoxi had left her bag and, out of habit, pulled a plastic bag from the lass's purse to sit on.
The lass was the type who couldn't bear to waste anything; she seemed to think everything had its use, even hoarding a few plastic bags. It was perfect for sitting on.
He unlocked his phone and sent the photo he'd just taken of himself pinching the lass's cheek to Qiu Mengze.
Qiu Mengze: Fuck.
'How could Xue Rui bear to pinch such a pretty face?' He really wanted to yell, 'Get your filthy hands off her!'
His own boast about holding hands felt so low-class in comparison. But that wasn't the main reason he was texting.
Qiu Mengze asked the question that was plaguing him: Is it that Qin Tong doesn't want other guys to see me with her?
