Ye Qing was momentarily stunned; he hadn't considered these things. But reason told him that it would be terribly rude to say he hadn't thought about it. So, after thinking it over, he finally blurted out a word, "Yes!"
Fang Tingyun's anger morphed into joy, and she half-scolded, "If you wanted to see me again, then why didn't you leave me your contact information?"
"I don't have any contact information," Ye Qing said.
"Then why didn't you ask me for mine?" Fang Tingyun asked.
"This..." Ye Qing scratched his head and said, "What's your contact information then..."
"Here is my phone number!" Fang Tingyun handed Ye Qing a slip of paper. She intended to just say it aloud but wrote it down for fear that Ye Qing might forget.
Ye Qing took the slip of paper, admiring Fang Tingyun's graceful handwriting, which was as refined as her character.
