Just the thought of kissing such a beautiful girl made his heart itch with anticipation, and his feet didn't know if they were itchy or cold, but he just couldn't stand still.
Gu Ran moved one cardboard box after another downstairs.
Su Qing's car was parked near the elevator exit on the basement level, easy to find with the car key in hand.
Once it was all loaded up, the two of them drove together to Zhuang Jing's villa.
Actually, hiring a moving company or renting a truck would have been more efficient, but it's like preferring to drive home for the holidays—moving with one's own car is a pleasure in itself.
The blue BMW cruised along the coastal road, flanked by palm trees, with the occasional female tourist riding by on a cute electric scooter.
The sky was azure and the sunlight was radiant.
"You only have one box, one backpack?" Su Qing asked.
She had gone out with a sleeveless top and draped a shirt over it for sun protection.
