A certain item on the dressing table caught Luo Yang's interest. It was a large eggplant wrapped tightly in a long thin plastic film, seemingly to keep it fresh.
"Sister Piao, do you like eating eggplant raw?" Luo Yang asked curiously.
"Huh? Oh! Yes, sometimes," Qin Piao admitted.
Her cheeks were pale with a blush, and her expression was shy, slightly embarrassed. Luo Yang thought it might be because he had entered her room that she felt uncomfortable.
"Sister Piao, maybe I should wait outside," Luo Yang suggested.
"Stay here. If someone knocks at the door, I can quickly poke my head out the window to check. Sit on the bed," she said.
As Qin Piao spoke, she picked up the large eggplant and stowed it away in a compartment inside the small wardrobe.
Seeing Luo Yang still standing, she lifted the mosquito net at the foot of the bed, hanging it on the hooks of the bed frame, and invited him again to sit on the bed.
