When they left the grass, Yan Junze was holding Zhang Xiaomo by the shoulders.
Zhang Xiaomo quietly leaned her head on his shoulder, quiet as a quail. After a moment, she asked, "Where did you buy this lipstick?"
"What about it?" Yan Junze inquired.
"Now, my lips feel smooth and very comfortable. You should apply more in the winter to prevent chapped lips," Zhang Xiaomo said softly.
The image of Huahua twisting a finger around an orchid appeared in Yan Junze's mind.
When they returned to their rental, the sensible Xiang Er had already prepared a steaming hot pot, and Ku Zai was washing vegetables, his hands red and trembling from the cold as he carefully placed the cleaned vegetables into a basket.
Zhang Xiaomo came over, rolled up her sleeves and said, "Let me do it. You're too frail, rest more and don't catch a cold."
Ku Zai glanced at Yan Junze and, seeing that he made no objection, nodded his head.
