Long Fei arrived at Wang Xiaoya's building, said something on the phone, then pulled out a cigarette with a worried frown and took a drag.
Wang Xiaoya had already changed into a dress and was waiting for him at home.
She ran down the building and, seizing the moment Long Fei was distracted, wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, giggling nonstop.
Long Fei spun around with her on his back before setting her down.
She adjusted the bag in her hand and smiled at Long Fei, "Do you think this dress goes well with the bag?"
Long Fei tossed the cigarette butt away and sized her up.
A chiffon long dress with small floral prints, paired with a leather bag, she was dressed very casually.
Just like her name, small and exquisite.
"Beautiful!"
Long Fei reached out and held her tightly in his arms.
Wang Xiaoya blushed, resting her little head on his shoulder, and asked shyly, "What's with you?"
Long Fei shook his head, "Nothing, I just wanted to hold you."
