"Yixia," he called out. His voice was soft, as if he was afraid she wouldn't hear him, yet also afraid that she would.
"Mm."
"You smell so good. Much better than alcohol."
Jiang Yixia's face flushed red. She gave him a light push and said, "Stop your nonsense. Let's go."
"Your dad won't let me in the door anymore. If I go to your house in the future, is he going to hit me with a broom?" Lu Fan didn't move, continuing to lean on her as he spoke. "Judging by his attitude today, it looked like he wanted to eat me alive."
Jiang Yixia was so exasperated she almost laughed, but she held it back. "If you don't get going, I'll be the one hitting you with a broom. Are you going or not?"
Lu Fan smiled, and this time, it seemed a little more genuine than before.
He straightened up, but his hand remained on her shoulder, not letting go.
Jiang Yixia supported him as they walked out. He moved slowly, swaying with each step, and she matched his slow pace.
