I laughed triumphantly, and laughed triumphantly again...

Leaving the company, the sun shone brightly. Zhong Tingyue hummed a song, a smile playing on her lips.

"You seem very happy?"

Is it that obvious?

“... ..."

It's all written on their faces...

Chu Fang asked, "If you're not working after get off work, where do you plan to go?"

“Hmm… …” Zhong Tingyue pondered for a few seconds, “Get a manicure.”

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang advised, "No, natural nails are so beautiful, manicures don't look good."

He doesn't think manicures are pretty, especially those that are overly fancy and have beads embedded in them, as they interfere with daily life.

All-natural nails are the best, white with a faint red tinge.

Zhong Tingyue: "Really?"

"Of course." Chu Fang pulled the other's arm and showed it off, saying, "Your fingers were already on the longer side, but after getting a manicure, they've become even longer, making it look like you've learned the Nine Yin White Bone Claw."

He really liked Zhong Tingyue's hands; they were silky smooth and soft, like a child's skin, and her fingers were long and slender.

"Since you put it that way... then I'll do it anyway." Zhong Tingyue stiffened her neck, then suddenly thought of something, a smirk playing on her lips, and lowered her voice as she said, "Don't you want to try the 'feel' of manicures?"

Um?

Chu Fang paused for a moment, then thought that in life, one should sometimes try new things to avoid becoming like an old-fashioned relic.

He nodded vigorously.

He wanted to give it a try.

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at him, her eyes full of disdain.

Men are sometimes so easy to win over...

Upon arriving at the nail salon, the staff presented Zhong Tingyue with a variety of nail art designs to choose from. Chu Fang wanted a more flamboyant design, with extremely long nails, bright red in color, and adorned with gemstones—the kind of nails that, if touched, would result in either death or serious injury. Just thinking about it was thrilling, like licking blood from a knife's edge.

Zhong Tingyue opted for a more understated manicure, which immediately sparked an argument between the two. She glared at Chu Fang and reminded him, "I'm getting my nails done, not yours."

"Why should we distinguish between you and me?"

"This matter needs to be resolved."

"No, you have to order the Nine Yin White Bone Claw set meal."

Sir, this is a luxury French manicure package, not the Nine Yin White Bone Claw... ...The waiter next to him smirked.

"I won't do it."

Chu Fang crossed his arms and said, "Then I'm angry."

"If you say another word, believe me, I'll arrange that Nine Yin White Bone Claw combo for you."

What's wrong with you two? Why did you give our nail salon package such a random name? How rude of you!

After being threatened, the Chu side finally compromised.

There's no way around it, this woman's words really implied she'd dare to give him a manicure; how will he face anyone afterward...?

Girls are such a hassle; getting a manicure can take hours. Chu Fang sighed.

"Young man, you're already sighing?" Several men sitting nearby were waiting for their girlfriends or wives to get their nails done. One of the middle-aged men said with a smile, "You're not married yet. You'll know what sighing is like after you get married."

Chu Fang asked, "Why?"

"As the old saying goes, marriage is the beginning of your grave." The middle-aged man's face fell. "Dating is one thing, marriage is another. Dating is sweet and blissful, even the air feels fresh and clean. But after marriage, everything changes, becoming bleak and lifeless..."

The middle-aged man then began to talk about his married life, which was a truly tragic one. During the day, he was exploited by his boss, and when he got home, he was oppressed by his wife, which made him feel suffocated.

"You're very unhappy, aren't you?" Just then, a plump middle-aged woman walked over and said to the middle-aged man.

"Hehe... ...no... ..."

The couple then left. Looking at the middle-aged woman who weighed about 160 or 170 pounds, Chu Fang deeply felt that the middle-aged man was indeed 'oppressed', so much so that he could hardly breathe.

"What are you looking at?" Zhong Tingyue, who had already finished her manicure, asked.

"It's nothing." Chu Fang slowly withdrew his gaze, took the slender hand in his, and couldn't help but marvel.

Zhong Tingyue's hands were like a rare work of art, with long and elegant fingers. A small section of her nails extended from the tips, decorated with a miniature of the starry sky. Against a deep blue background, the scattered stars resembled the dazzling stars in the night sky, mysterious and enchanting.

Your manicure... .

Zhong Tingyue asked, "How is it?"

"Masturbation can be quite romantic."

"Are you trying to kill me?" Zhong Tingyue's pretty face flushed slightly.

"You said it yourself, so why are you blaming me?"

Sometimes I feel that women are unreasonable. Even though they were the ones who made the gesture, when Chu Fang said it, they would blame him.

The two left the nail salon and stepped into the warm winter sunshine.

They hadn't walked far when they saw a popular bubble tea shop with a long queue. Zhong Tingyue nudged him and said, "Hey, let's go join the queue."

"Are you sick?" Chu Fang glanced at him sideways. "What's the difference between that trendy milk tea shop and other milk tea shops? Why do you have to queue?"

"I want to try it."

"I'm not going."

Chu Fangcai was unwilling to wait in line.

In his life, what he hates most is queuing; it always makes him feel annoyed.

Even when eating at university, he never queued, but instead chose to avoid peak hours and wait until there were fewer people before going to eat.

"You're sitting, you don't need to stand."

"Hmm, that makes sense." Chu Fang thought for a moment.

really!

He was sitting in a wheelchair while others were standing in line, and compared to them, Chu Fang suddenly felt a sense of superiority.

It's like Monday when everyone else goes to work, but you don't have to. The contrast between the two is just too good to be true.

Dude, I'm different from you guys!

The two immediately joined the queue, which seemed endless. The people in the queue were mostly young, in groups of three or five.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue chatted idly, not feeling tired at all after queuing for more than half an hour.

When they reached the store entrance, Chu Fang ordered a coconut milk tea, while Zhong Tingyue ordered the classic pearl milk tea.

Leaving the milk tea shop, Zhong Tingyue took a sip and suddenly remembered something: "This is my first milk tea of ​​autumn."

So you prefer autumn tea?

“Autumn… Autumn… ” Zhong Tingyue nodded, wanting to repeat herself, but after saying just one word, she felt something was wrong. The sound of the last word disappeared, and her lips moved. As an 'old driver', she immediately understood the meaning of that sentence and rolled her eyes at Chu Fang: “Oh, your speeding skills have improved.”

Chu Fang chuckled: "Not at all, not at all."

Suddenly feeling a stomach ache, she said, "I need to go to the bathroom. Wait for me here."

Zhong Tingyue took out a few sheets of toilet paper and stuffed them into his hand, asking, "Do you want me to help you?"

"It's alright, my foot is much better now, I can manage on my own." Chu Fang shook his foot. He wasn't that useless; he could still manage his daily life. It was just that with Zhong Tingyue around, he always wanted to order her around and take advantage of her. "I need to go to the men's restroom. What's the point of you going there?"

He then maneuvered his electric wheelchair toward the public restroom, while Zhong Tingyue waited for him on the roadside.

... ...