Xu Qing rolled over and got up, lifted his arm to sniff himself, not knowing what he smelled.
"May I ask what brings the lady to say such things?"
"Fragrance."
"Fragrance?" Xu Qing was momentarily stunned, then a bit enlightened, it must've come from that Wang Zijun's flashy car.
"No, no, I don't go to those places, I'm a law-abiding citizen, I don't engage in illegal or unruly activities."
"Not going?"
"Not going, scared of getting caught, then the old man would have to bail me out, and his copper head belt would come in handy again."
Xu Qing, breathing out the smell of alcohol, slowly lay down again, half-closing his eyes and intending to pet Winter Melon a few more times, but Winter Melon, finding him stinky, seized the opportunity to wriggle away.
"And it's especially filthy, what's the point of going? I'd rather watch a movie at home... phooey, anyway, I'm not going—what on earth are you thinking in that little head of yours?"
"Oh."
