"Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha, huh?" Song Yarong laughed. "Can I take that as you trying to win me over?"
"If you think so, then it is." Sun Hang did not deny it.
"If you want to earn some favor, sure." Song Yarong lowered her voice, her smile turning suggestive. "Next time you're free, let me give you a thorough physical... You know what kind of examination I mean, right?"
"There are minors here. Isn't this kind of topic a little inappropriate?" Sun Hang said with a smile.
"Minors? Where? Why don't I see any?" Before Song Yarong could respond, Miki Fukada spoke first. "You two are playing pretty wild. Mind including me?"
Sun Hang really wanted to snap, "Little brat, get lost," but considering Miki Fukada's identity had to remain secret, he ultimately swallowed the words.
She was no longer seventeen-year-old Miki Fukada, but twenty-six-year-old Tang Jing.
"Any foods you don't eat?" Sun Hang simply ignored her and returned to the previous topic.
"I don't eat cilantro."
"Great minds think alike." Sun Hang nodded vigorously. "From today onward, you're my best sister from different mothers and fathers!"
"That sisterhood came a little too cheaply." Song Yarong teased. "The one cooking is Zhong Ling, the 'Puppet Master,' right?"
"You know her?"
"Yang Lian mentioned her to me. Unfortunately, if it's her, you'll probably be going hungry tonight... Want me to share a cup of instant noodles with you?" Song Yarong said.
"What's wrong? Is she working overtime too?"
"She just received a long-range patrol assignment. She has to circle the city once and visit several outlying sentry posts... She probably won't be back tonight."
"What flavors of instant noodles do you have?"
Southern outskirts of Tianfu City, Economic Zone Ring Expressway, Sentry Post No. 307.
A convoy