March 6, 20X2 (Friday)
Zhao Manor
Mei Lin, fully clothed, sat in between Yang's legs as she ate her cookies. Because she sat at the bathtub for more than two hours, Mei Lin felt weird and wrinkly. Her fingers were shaking as she ate her cookies. Her eyes look at the bags on the side of their bed. Mei Lin knew that it was not there before.
"What's in the paper bags?" Mei Lin asked after she had chewed every last bite of the large cookies in the large blue plastic container. Yang took one of her hand and rubbed it with his causing it to heat up.
"The things you wanted me to buy, I was late because I chose it as best as I could." Yang did not want to brag, but he made sure that every article of clothing was created with the finest of materials. Only the best for his wife, of course.
Mei Lin tilted her head on the side and said, "I only wanted you to buy me cookies, though."
