Ding Xue really misunderstood Long Fei—this sort of thing, which girls like her used, Long Fei had never seen before.
He did recognize the ones for nighttime use, thicker and obviously so at a glance.
But the ones for daytime use were small and thin, and their wrappers even had a pattern; most little boys didn't recognize them.
The sky had darkened, signaling the end of the afternoon training.
Ding Xue said goodbye to her colleagues with Long Fei and, to keep her identity a secret, she had come by taxi.
Long Fei unlocked the bicycle and pedaled away with her.
Having grown so big, Ding Xue was indeed riding a boy's bicycle for the first time.
She didn't even know where to put her hands, so they ended up wrapped around Long Fei's waist.
As the two passed by, policemen all around turned their heads to watch them.
With Ding Xue's long legs swinging and her body wrapped in a little vest, it was hard to stay low-key.
