The next day.
On Saturday morning, after packing some cigarettes, alcohol, and fruit, Xu Qingfan and Xia Xiaoxiao got on the car headed back to the countryside.
Xia Xiaoxiao's village is a place called Xinlong, about forty to fifty kilometers from here, so the car ride doesn't take too long.
In the car, Xia Xiaoxiao's mood seemed quite low, like a wilted eggplant.
Xu Qingfan opened her palm and placed it on his thigh, then used his index finger to poke between her fingers.
He played for five minutes, and Xia Xiaoxiao watched for five minutes. When their eyes met, Xia Xiaoxiao had a "caring for a foolish child" expression.
Xu Qingfan put her hand in his pocket and held it, jokingly said: "We're carrying cigarettes and alcohol, people might think you're taking your fiancé home for a visit."
Xia Xiaoxiao tilted her head to stare at him without speaking, just staring at him.
But Xu Qingfan understood her meaning: if you dare admit, I dare agree!
