Han Yue tried her best to remain calm.
"If you have something to do, go ahead and do it. We can reschedule for another day," Xue Fang said.
"Okay, I'll save the number. I really have something to do today, let's have dinner together another day." The park wasn't big, and Han Yue was worried that Lao Deng would come looking for her.
Han Yue and Xue Fang hadn't seen each other for at least two years; they never expected such a coincidence.
"Okay, goodbye," Xue Fang nodded.
Han Yue returned to the pavilion and saw Old Deng holding a milk tea.
She looked back first, and Xue Fang wasn't coming this way. Han Yue stepped forward and said, "Old Deng, let's go out. Didn't you want to take me somewhere?"
"Huh? You're not?" Old Deng asked in confusion.
"It's so boring just staring at each other like this, let's go." Han Yue urged, mainly because she was getting on in years, and it wouldn't look good if others saw her drinking milk tea while on a date.
Han Yue is easily embarrassed, especially since Xue Fang used to live in the same neighborhood as her. Xue Fang is known for her big mouth, so if she finds out about something, it will definitely spread throughout the group within a day at most.
"Okay." Old Deng entered his destination and hailed a taxi.
Han Yue only felt safe after the taxi started moving.
She thought to herself that she would have to find a different place to meet with Lao Deng during the day from now on.
Old Deng took Han Yue to his friend's rooftop garden.
The garden is located in the urban area of Tiancheng.
The car was parked outside the residential area. Han Yue got out and looked up: "Here?"
Does Old Deng want to take me home?
Han Yue hesitated. Although Lao Deng said he lived alone, it wouldn't be appropriate to go to someone's house so soon after they met.
"Is this your home?" Han Yue asked softly.
"No, my old brother has a rooftop garden, about 150 square meters, full of flowers, fruits and vegetables. You can drink tea and eat there. I already told him I'd bring you over for a visit," Old Deng explained.
"Huh?" Han Yue was even more surprised. How many friends had Lao Deng mentioned her to?
Old Deng seemed to see through Han Yue's thoughts: "I haven't been talking about you everywhere, only he knows. His rooftop garden was even featured in a magazine. I specifically asked him today, and no one came over. Don't you want to go take a look?"
"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to go empty-handed?" Han Yue glanced at the two of them; they hadn't brought anything.
"It's alright, don't be polite with him. We're comrades-in-arms, there's no need for so much formality. At most, I'll bring him a can of good tea next time. Let's go, the garden is very beautiful this season." Old Deng guessed that women all like flowers and plants, and that a park is nothing compared to a private garden.
He even made a promise with his friends that if Han Yue took a fancy to any of the flowers, he would either keep it or give it to her.
Han Yue followed behind Lao Deng, winding her way through the streets before finally stopping in front of a Western-style house.
The house looked quite new. Han Yue didn't know much about housing prices in Tiancheng, only that such a large house in the city center must be expensive.
In particular, flowers can be grown on the roof.
After they reached the top floor, as if the owner had a telepathic connection, the dark red door opened simultaneously with the elevator doors.
A man who looked to be about fifty years old was standing in the doorway.
A smile spread across his face.
"Old Deng," he called out enthusiastically.
Then he turned to Han Yue: "Hello, I'm Lao Deng's friend, you can call me Lao Li."
"Hello," Han Yue said with a smile.
"Come in quickly," Old Li beckoned them inside.
Han Yue was used to all kinds of mansions, so she wasn't surprised by the decoration of Old Li's house; the living room didn't look very big.
Old Li led them directly to the rooftop garden, which was his proudest spot.
The staircase leading to the garden was on the balcony. Pulling back the curtain, Han Yue saw the flowers entwined on the handrail. As she went up the stairs, the blue flowers, each about half the size of a fist, bloomed densely.
Han Yue couldn't name the flowers; she could only say they were pretty.
Old Li happily introduced his treasure.
"May I take some photos?" After obtaining the owner's permission, Han Yue admired and recorded the photos.
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Financial Building Hotel.
Fu Jingchen feeds Zhou Luo.
Zhou Luo was initially very uncomfortable: "I can't move my waist, but I can move my mouth and my hands. It's like I can't take care of myself when you feed me."
Fu Jingchen pinched Zhou Luo's chin: "Luo Luo, I think you have a man's personality. You speak directly. Don't women all want to be pampered like children by men?"
"You're calling me a tomboy?" Zhou Luo deliberately misinterpreted. "Do you like me when I'm as dramatic and suicidal as Rong Bing?"
“You know that’s not what I meant. I just like you the way you are, but I still have to feed you.” Fu Jingchen wiped the rice grains from the corner of the woman’s mouth with his fingers. “You can do it yourself when your back is better.”
Zhou Luo turned his entire upper body around: "I think I'm fine now. Look, I can move."
Fu Jingchen put down his bowl and gripped Zhou Luo's shoulder: "Don't be a show-off."
Zhou Luo stuck out her tongue; "Just showing off, it'll break your heart."
Fu Jingchen kissed her directly. He thought Zhou Luo would push him away, but the woman's hand climbed up his back and deepened the kiss.
Fu Jingchen could even feel Zhou Luo's eyelashes fluttering on his cheek.
"Luo Luo." He pulled away a little; if he kissed her any further, he would get burning up.
"Let's eat." Fu Jingchen's face was slightly flushed. "I'm having a reaction."
Zhou Luo showed no sign of stopping. She cupped Fu Jingchen's face in her hands, her forehead touching the tip of his nose: "Then let's go."
"Huh?" Fu Jingchen was stunned. "Your back, it's no good. If you don't rest well, it will become a chronic problem."
Zhou Luo's hand slid to the man's waist: "I know my own body. I can really move now. It's not a bone misalignment."
"You think so?" Fu Jingchen could understand the meaning behind Zhou Luo's words.
"Jingchen, is it alright?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.
Fu Jingchen picked up the woman and placed her on the bed.
Fu Jingchen gently undressed the woman and kissed her neck.
Zhou Luo's period was approaching, and she was worried that she wouldn't be able to spend the next few days with Fu Jingchen, so she dragged him along...
But halfway through, Zhou Luo felt a sharp pain in her lower back.
"Jingchen, I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much." The woman was covered in sweat.
Fu Jingchen felt great, but when he saw Zhou Luo's brows furrowed and her hands gripping his waist tightly, he guessed she was in a lot of pain, so he stopped.
He placed Zhou Luo's hand on it.
Zhou Luo understood what men meant.
A few minutes later, Fu Jingchen let out a low roar.
He rubbed Zhou Luo's lower back: "Should we go to the hospital?"
"No." Zhou Luoping shook his head as he lay there.
"What a devil, she doesn't even spare you from her back pain," Fu Jingchen said reproachfully.
"My period is coming soon, and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle not being able to be together for a few days," Zhou Luo muttered.
"Am I that much of a need? It's only been a few days. Don't think like that next time. Luo Luo, are you going to eat?" Fu Jingchen turned to the side, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at Zhou Luo.
"I'm full, very full. Are you full?" Zhou Luo smiled mischievously.
"What if I'm still hungry?" Fu Jingchen asked deliberately.
"Then let him go hungry." Zhou Luo pouted. "He's already going into battle while sick, and you still don't say it's good. Men really can't be satisfied."
Fu Jingchen tucked Zhou Luo's hands into his clothes: "You look really good when you're angry."
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