"I'm not buying any for you." Changqing snorted as she turned her eyes to look everywhere else.
"If you're not buying them for me, who else would you be getting them for?" Song Chuyi pinched her bottom as a punishment.
Changqing pinched his arm with a flushed face. "You're such a gangster. We're outside now; people will see."
"I looked just now and there's no one." Song Chuyi lowered his head and kissed her on the lips while she wasn't looking and teased her until her face was red.
He watched her for a while and said, "Do you still want to get anything? If not, let's go back."
"Let's go back—it's almost noon. I'll nap for a while before going to work." Changqing nodded in agreement.
Song Chuyi drove back to the Yan Household and the clothes they bought in the morning happened to have arrived too.