At the foot of the mountain, Xiaobao glanced at his car, furrowed his brows slightly, his eyes flashed, and he laughed, "Zhang Ling, how about we walk back!"
"What about your car?" Zhang Ling asked in surprise.
"I can have someone else drive it back. We don't get to spend much time together; it's better for us to walk together than with others," Xiaobao suddenly showed a bit of tenderness.
"Why are you acting so weird today?" Zhang Ling felt a bit odd.
Xiaobao glanced to the side and laughed, "You're not happy about it?"
"I just find it strange. Earlier, when I asked you to go hiking, you were acting all mysterious," Zhang Ling glared at Xiaobao.
Mentioning this, Xiaobao blushed, recalling his previous impure thoughts, now feeling quite ashamed.
"Let's go, before it gets dark!" Xiaobao pulled Zhang Ling forward, deliberately or not, always staying half a step behind Zhang Ling.
