****
Qiao Chutian closed his notebook, walked to the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of beach slippers, and handed them to her, "Put these on, let's walk on the beach together."
"Are you going to accompany me?"
"Mhm."
Mai Xiaomai put on the beach slippers.
Qiao Chutian also changed into beach slippers.
He bent his arm towards her.
Mai Xiaomai looked at him puzzled, "Is there something wrong with your arm?"
"There's nothing wrong with your arm. Hook it!"
Qiao Chutian was really annoyed by her lack of romantic awareness.
"Oh oh oh oh."
Once Mai Xiaomai heard that, her mood instantly brightened, and she cheerfully exclaimed, unhesitatingly hooking her arm through Qiao Chutian's, lightening the pressure on her feet as they touched the ground.
The two of them went out and found a comfortable spot to sit down.
It was already getting dark.
The evening high tide was quite strong, the ebb and flow bringing a sense of serenity to anyone watching.
