Zhao Lianmai pulled out a slightly worn wallet from her embrace, counted out some money, and handed it to him.
"What's this?"
"This is for the last dormitory gathering, my share."
"I told you, it was my treat, you don't have to pay."
"Sorry, I'm not in the habit of taking advantage of others. Here's my fifty-two yuan and seventy cents."
Zhao Lianmai's words carried the same determination as the sharp awns of wheat from the loess soil.
But somehow, it always felt like there was an ulterior motive behind her words.
Xu Musen looked at the money in his hand, noting that it included both new and old bills, but to be precise, it should have been fifty-three yuan.
"Why is there an extra yuan?"
"Didn't have change, just rounded it up."
Zhao Lianmai said indifferently.
Xu Musen looked at her for a while.
"Then sorry, I'm not in the habit of taking advantage of others either, so give it to me when you have change."
Xu Musen pulled out one yuan and returned it to her.
