"Sister, look at us, having walked such a long way on our stroll, we have to buy a couple of bottles of water to drink, right? I can't let my girlfriend die of thirst over a pair of shoes," Song Yun said to Xiao Qing with an affectionate gaze. "Just give us five yuan for water."
"Fine, fine, fine, I'm scared of you now; let it be thirty-five then. This girl looks pretty tired too." The female vendor finished packing the shoes after speaking.
"Hold on, sister, it's not fair if only my girlfriend drinks water. We're not from the same school, and we hardly get to see each other. Shouldn't I treat her to some ice cream? If I only give her water, she might break up with me when she goes back. Look at her, beautiful as a flower, and then look at me, I'm not that handsome. If I don't treat her well, she might just run off," Song Yun said anxiously, frowning.
