Colorful fireworks still CRACKLED and POPPED in the night sky.
Before the New Year celebrations had even ended—and seizing the moment before Lin Zhengran could get angry and scold her—Han Wenwen quickly waved goodbye. With a beaming smile, she said, "Zhengran, don't forget to come to the rental apartment and teach me how to make money playing games once you're done with the New Year festivities. I'll be waiting for you at home!"
Lin Zhengran watched her flee, a bead of sweat on his forehead.
She had only taken a few steps before she turned back, blushing. "Oh, right! Remember to wipe the lipstick off your forehead, or your parents will notice."
He touched his forehead, realizing there really was a speck of red there. Speechless, he wiped it clean and muttered, "That pesky fox."
