As he drew his head back, Qiao Lian looked at him with a scarlet face.
Shen Liangchuan reached out and patted her head affectionately.
They were standing at the top floor of the restaurant, taking in the beautiful and glittering night scene of Beijing. By the time they left, it was past 8 pm.
Shen Liangchuan was about to go and get the car when Qiao Lian grabbed his hand and said, "Let's walk along this street for a little while longer."
He nodded, to her delight.
After he put on his mask and baseball cap, they took a stroll.
This was a flourishing district of Beijing and the business centre was just around the corner.
Qiao Lian looked left and right, and she was just about to step on the crossing when he grasped her hand with a quick movement.