บท 217: At the night when the clock starts to run (V)

Xiong Zhi, who was squatting behind the bushes along with Linfeng, eyed the box in his hand. 

"This—" Linfeng started to open the box. Xiong Zhi watched him attentively with obvious anticipation. That should be his birthday gift for her, right? It should be Linfeng's first ever gift given to her in this lifetime, right?

"…" Linfeng could practically see her thoughts on her face. Facing such an obviously anticipating look on her bright eyes, he suddenly had an itch to tease her. He suddenly closed the box. Screw the time. He decided to savor every moment here.

"This box is cute, isn't it?" Linfeng baited.