The season was nearing Labor Day, neither cold nor hot.
Today was still a sunny day, and the afternoon sun warmed their bodies.
Lin Xia and Lu Zheng each sat on a small wooden stool in the courtyard, and although there was a distance between them, their eyes frequently drifted towards each other.
Lu Zheng looked at her lips and silently reproached himself for being too forceful, certain that Lin Qiu and Wu Zhengyang would guess what had happened in the afternoon once they saw.
Lin Xia gently licked her lips, feeling they were very tight and also somewhat feverish.
Thinking of the culprit right before her eyes, she gave him a resentful glare.
Lu Zheng's lips slightly pursed, and then his eyes suddenly lit up, "Xiaoxia! Do you want an ice pop?" Maybe freezing it would help.
Lin Xia nodded, "Yes! But the Sun Family's store across the street doesn't sell them, we have to go to the entrance of the greenhouse."
