Half an hour later.
They were sitting on the sofa.
On the coffee table in front of them were washed cucumbers, tomatoes, and strawberries, all products from Ou Jingfeng's greenhouse outside.
She brought the plate of strawberries over and said to Chen Jingbo, "Try one and see if it's tasty."
Chen Jingbo picked one up, put it in his mouth, and found it indeed quite good.
"Very good."
Ou Jingfeng also picked one up and ate it.
The two sat on the sofa, each taking one, and shared a plate of strawberries.
The TV was showing a youth movie, the kind about love and youthful pain, with a bit of turmoil yet passionate love, the kind that young women love to watch.
Ou Jingfeng loved watching it too.
They watched until it was already eleven at night.
Chen Jingbo wasn't in a hurry.
Ou Jingfeng checked the time and said, "Ah, it's so late? You should head back."
He was taken aback and looked at Ou Jingfeng, whose eyes were evasive.
"You're not afraid?" he asked hoarsely.
