Lin Shuang was pressed down on the grass by Su Wan, and he pouted, "What's the big deal? If I suffer a bit, I can grab it back for you, right?"
Su Wan laughed and punched his chest muscles a couple of times before getting up to straighten her clothes.
"We'll settle the score later!"
"How does it feel to the touch?" Lin Shuang asked her mysteriously.
"It's rock-hard, hurt my hands hitting you." Su Wanwan shook her fist.
Lin Shuang nodded in agreement, "Great minds think alike—I also think a softer touch is better."
"Lin Dasha, I feel like you're getting a bit cocky today, aren't you? Very bouncy, eh?"
"Can't I be in a good mood?"
Then he got stepped on by Su Wan again.
Lin Shuang took Su Wan on a stroll down the commercial street, contemplating the location for the milk tea shop.
The entrance to the business street, the street-facing shops, any fool would know those are prime locations.
