"Little Stubborn Cow" got angry, suddenly leaned down and gave her a kiss, admitting, "If you say it again, I'll kiss you again."
Lin Qiao: "..."
She can't outplay him now. Life has been too good these years, making her mind rusty.
With a glance at people occasionally looking their way, her face turned red, and she bashfully ran forward.
The two bought some food and then started queuing. The incense burners at this temple weren't just a few; they'd already been waiting for an hour, and there were still half of them left.
Seeing her occasionally shake her foot, Song Tingfan said, "Let's not queue anymore, we'll come back tomorrow."
"No, we've already queued halfway," Lin Qiao yawned.
In the next moment, Song Tingfan squatted down, "Get on."
"No need, stand up quickly," Lin Qiao stretched out her hand to pull him.
Song Tingfan was stubborn too. After a brief standoff, Lin Qiao let him carry her; she closed her eyes to ignore the stares of others.
