A rich young master like Xiang Yimo, even if he hadn't pretended to be sick these past five years, surely wouldn't come to eat street food.
The two of them ate their fill, each holding a bag of roasted fries dipped in ketchup, munching while walking.
Xiang Yimo looked up at the night sky and sighed, "The moon is so full tonight!"
"It's the fifteenth today, of course the moon is round!"
Suddenly, Xiang Yimo halted in his steps, fixing his gaze on Zhong Lingling, who was so startled she took several steps back.
But Xiang Yimo didn't stop just because she stepped back, instead he followed up and commanded, "Don't move!"
Zhong Lingling stood at the street corner, looking dazedly at the tall and unbelievably handsome Xiang Yimo.
Then, Xiang Yimo slowly raised his right hand, and with his thumb, gently wiped off the ketchup from Zhong Lingling's lips.
Zhong Lingling lowered her eyes and saw a large dollop of ketchup on Xiang Yimo's thumb, feeling incredibly embarrassed.