Qianqian swayed under the streetlamp, crossing her arms and said.
"Hmph, big busy person, huh."
"Then I'm not going," he said.
"Forget it, you're contradicting yourself." Qianqian rolled her eyes at him. "On your way here, bring some duck wings."
"Bring some raw ones for you to gnaw on."
"I'll hit you!" Qianqian gave him a push, her steps unconsciously becoming lighter under the dim streetlight.
The two girls chatted and chirped, and he basically couldn't get a word in. On the way, he glanced at his phone and occasionally joined the conversation for a couple of sentences.
The house wasn't far from school, just a few head lifts, and they were there.
Jiang Nian didn't enter Qianqian's house. Today, he planned to find time to work on a physics test paper, so he went home early to wash up.
Once everything was ready, his phone lit up.
A WeChat message from Qianqian, "Let me show you something, [picture], this little dress is pretty, isn't it?"
