You Can Lean on My Shoulder

Five minutes later, Su Yang finished showering, dried his hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

At that moment, Han Suyan was standing with her back to him, both hands resting on the balcony railing as she played with her phone.

Because she was backlit, from Su Yang's angle, her figure was outlined perfectly by the light: petite shoulders, an A4 waist, anime legs, and wisps of hair fluttering in the breeze.

Hearing the sound, she immediately turned around and walked over with a smile. "You're done already?"

"Yeah, I just took a quick shower. Come on, let's go eat."

"Okay, I already made a reservation. Let's go." As they spoke, they arrived at the door, pushed it open, and soon took the elevator downstairs and left the hotel.

"Su-yeon, where's the hot pot restaurant you booked? Is it far from here?"

"Not too far, but we'll need to take a taxi."

"Sure, let's get one." The two walked to the roadside to hail a cab.

A few minutes later, an empty taxi drove over, and Su Yang waved it down.

He instinctively wanted to sit in the passenger seat, but Han Suyan pulled him back. "What are you doing? We're a couple now. Couples should sit together in the back."

"Oh, right. I almost forgot. You go in first."

"Okay." Han Suyan answered and climbed into the back seat, and Su Yang followed her in.

The taxi started up and entered the somewhat congested roads.

It was 5:50 p.m., right during the evening rush hour. Although it was a holiday, there were plenty of tourists.

The Bund, Xijing Road Pedestrian Street, the area around the Lujiazui trio of landmarks, Wukang Road, Disneyland, and other such places had basically all been taken over by tourists.

In the taxi, Su Yang