After dinner, Lu Mengyao blissfully strolled down the street holding Liu Mang's hand, enjoying the night breeze and the city lights.
The rapid pace of a bustling city filled with the glitz of neon lights and the clamor of nightlife surrounded them.
In Lu Mengyao's world, there was only Liu Mang. She would occasionally glance at him, then continue walking with her head down, remaining silent.
Liu Mang, holding Lu Mengyao's hand, teased her, "Hey, wife, weren't you in a hurry to work on a case? How come we're out shopping instead?"
"You're just a blockhead!" Lu Mengyao retorted with annoyance, deliberately avoiding Liu Mang's gaze, "I've just overeaten and want to walk it off a bit. Is there a problem with that?"
Liu Mang leaned in close to Lu Mengyao's cheek with a mischievous smile, "Of course there's no problem, I'd walk with you to the end of time if that's what you want."
