A red light suddenly appeared on the distant mountain.
Brother Nan packed up all the trash, grabbed Zhou Li's wrist, shoved the bag into his hand, and patted her bottom as she started walking down the hill. "I should have made a couple of torches at home and brought them out, just like we used to do when we were little."
"I can see," Zhou Li said.
"It's not about whether you can see, it's about the atmosphere, the ambiance, you get me?" Brother Nan led the way, using the moonlight to see the path.
"Ambiance, huh..."
"Are you mocking me again!!"
Brother Nan turned around and thumped Zhou Li.
Zhou Li didn't bother explaining. He'd already been hit, so explaining was pointless. Besides, if his explanation was dismissed, that would be one thing. But what if Brother Nan actually accepted it? Wouldn't that mean he'd taken a punch for nothing? Definitely not worth it.
