"If you really want one, why not just keep me? I'll be yours. After all, my body size is pretty much the same as Yanyan's, so just pretend I'm her. You're so wealthy, just giving me four thousand a month for living expenses will be enough," the eighteen-year-old girl was inevitably naive.
Zhou Yuwen said, "Didn't we agree on two thousand before?"
It was only then that Lu Lin started to blush and said, "Two thousand seems not quite enough."
"Well, you do seem to spend quite a bit," Zhou Yuwen remarked.
After buying bags of necessities at the mall, the two joked about keeping each other, but it was clear they weren't serious—merely enjoying a shopping trip together, each aware of the boundaries that existed between them.
Zhou Yuwen didn't look down on Lu Lin for owning him money and suggesting such an arrangement, nor did he disrespect or take advantage of her.
Seeing Zhou Yuwen behave this way, Lu Lin didn't continue the joke any further.
