At home.
The TV was playing a music video—apparently, it was a live concert version of Xu Wei's "Once Upon a Time You." It had a very long prelude, the drumbeats slowly, bit by bit, drawing people into a mysterious mood.
Brother Nan had just finished her takeaway. She sat on the sofa, leaning back, with her legs crossed, one foot idly tracing circles in the air.
Her eyes were half-closed, and she looked extremely content.
Zhou Li thought that in this moment, she resembled an ancient, good-for-nothing young master, enjoying the leisure of the afternoon.
She was only missing a maid and a lackey.
And a birdcage.
Right, and she should have been chewing on a toothpick or some straw or foxtail grass.
Zhou Li quietly walked over, bending low so as not to block Brother Nan's view of the TV. He pulled open the coffee table drawer, took out a small bottle of toothpicks, and grabbed one.
"Brother Nan, here."
