Su Qingyan turned her head to look at Chen Fan, staring at him for a long time without speaking.
Chen Fan was serious, "I'm serious."
But Su Qingyan said, "I'm on my period."
The air fell silent for a few seconds.
The front desk ladies couldn't help but snicker.
Chen Fan pretended to cough to hide his inner embarrassment, "Well, I was thinking from a money-saving perspective, but if you find it inconvenient, then let's get separate rooms."
Su Qingyan rolled her eyes at Chen Fan and continued to let the front desk lady proceed with the check-in.
That night, the two of them went to the famous snack street in the Provincial City.
Compared to the romance of a Western restaurant, Chen Fan actually preferred this kind of simple and down-to-earth date.
A few dollars for a sugar-coated hawthorn, roasted wheat gluten, and stinky tofu could bring out the most genial and beautiful smile on Su Qingyan's face.
The next morning.
Chen Fan followed Su Qingyan to an office building.
