"Who are you calling?" Xia Han wrapped his arms around Chuzheng from behind, asking curiously.
Chuzheng hung up the phone, "No one."
Xia Han puffed out his cheeks, muttering, "You won't even tell me."
Chuzheng turned her head and pecked at his pink lips, "Behave, let me go."
"Just a little longer."
"...Don't you think it's really strange for you to be doing this on the balcony?" Chuzheng gestured for him to look outside the villa.
Two gardeners who were cultivating plants were staring in their direction.
Even though they were far away, Xia Han's posture was indeed a bit peculiar...
Xia Han coughed, released Chuzheng, pulled her into the house, and kissed her against the glass window.
Chuzheng drew the curtains with one hand, slightly tilting her head to respond to Xia Han.
It took a while for Xia Han to let her go, as he leaned on her, breathing heavily.
"I found this at the door just now, for you."
Xia Han was holding an envelope.
