After dinner, Zhao Yang chatted with his dad for a bit, and after nine o'clock, he headed off to Zhang Xiuer's home.
Things were different now, and Zhao Yang could leave his house openly and knock directly on Zhang Xiuer's door without any hesitation, though sometimes, he felt that sneaking around was more thrilling.
Once inside the room, Zhao Yang immediately looked around and asked, "Sister Xiu'er, where's the thing I bought for you? Why aren't you wearing it?"
Zhang Xiuer's face flushed as she said, "How can I wear that? What on earth did you buy? They can barely be called clothes…"
"Hey, how can they not be called clothes?" Zhao Yang said.
"The ones I saw on your phone last time weren't like this," Zhang Xiuer said, full of shyness.
"Hehe, you were too embarrassed to look properly last time; you probably forgot," Zhao Yang laughed.
"It's just not wearable, so I threw it over there," Zhang Xiuer pointed to a corner on the kang.
