Xun Qingqing put down her hand and turned her head toward Cai Xia, "What do you know? Today is the Double Seventh Festival, how could the streets not be teeming with young couples flaunting their affection? A single dog like me going out will definitely be stuffed to death by their show of affection."
Cai Xia listened with a bewildered face, "Miss, the more you talk, the less I understand. As a lady from a noble family, how can you compare yourself to a dog? Even as a maid, I wouldn't eat what a dog eats, so how could you?"
Xun Qingqing: "..." Next time, she would have to make Cai Xia read romance novels together with her; otherwise, even chatting would be laborious.
"Miss, let's go out for a stroll. We can also go and pray to the seventh sister for a good marriage match," Cai Xia suggested eagerly.
In the end, Xun Qingqing relented. She didn't want to be forced to endure the sight of lovey-dovey couples, but Cai Xia was willing.