Mu Liang brought over two sets of fishing gear.
Qiao Xia suddenly became interested, "Fishing?"
"Do you know how?"
"Of course!"
Fishing would take place on the balcony, overlooking the lake. Mu Liang scattered a few handfuls of bait, and then they began to fish. Qiao Xia had always been active since she was young, while Mu Liang preferred quiet. She said, "Fishing is that kind of leisure activity old men like, I didn't expect you to enjoy it too."
"Are you calling me old?"
Damn, the neurological pathways of a lunatic really aren't quite normal.
"I mean the leisure activities you like are very profound," Qiao Xia quickly donned a high hat, "Aren't you cold?"
She was wearing a down jacket, wrapped in a cashmere scarf, and had put on gloves, while Mu Liang was just in a sweater and long pants, looking utterly cool.
"Not cold."
Qiao Xia muttered, "Who used to say their body was fragile and prone to getting sick."
Mu Liang pretended not to hear.
