Xiao Hua's garden was dimly lit; Jiang Xi leaned against a lamp post, her cheeks so red they seemed about to drip blood.
She hung her head low, her eyes misty and chaotic, and she took a long time to snap back to reality.
Rong Nian raised his hand to wipe her lips; the lipstick had all been eaten away by him, but at this moment her lips were a lustrous and inviting shade of red.
Jiang Xi came to her senses in a daze, she slapped at Rong Nian's approaching hand, but her effort was weak and failed to push him away.
"You... let me go!"
Rong Nian's face was expressionless, except for a tinge of color on his ears and neck.
He looked at her, his eyes brimming with an ambiguous and tangled emotion, "Let's go have dinner."
He still remembered that she hadn't had dinner, taking her hand and walking toward the parking lot.
Jiang Xi struggled a few times but couldn't pull her hand away, feeling like she was utterly ineffectual.
"Don't hold my hand, it's not good if someone sees us."