"It's getting late. I—I should go home."
Ye Xun tucked her hair behind her ear, looking somewhat unnatural. "Do you want me to walk you home?"
"No need."
Ding Ling smiled. "What girl walks a boy home? How about I walk you instead?"
Ye Xun waved her hand, her face flushing. "My home isn't far from here. I'll get there after walking a few steps."
She hesitated. "Would you like to come to my place for a cup of tea?"
She had already said that her home was not far from here. The two of them were friends now, and Ye Xun's experiences that day had been rather extraordinary. She was in a very good mood, so in order not to disrupt the delicate atmosphere between them, she asked out of politeness.
If she didn't ask, it would seem rude.
As an artist, Ye Xun was very ladylike, polite, and gentle.
Ding Ling of course knew that she was only being polite. He simply smiled and said, "I'll walk you downstairs, then leave."
Ye Xun's face seemed to be covered in rosy clouds. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't.
Soon.
The two of them arrived downstairs.
Ye Xun looked at Ding Ling. "I'm here."
Ding Ling waved his hand. "Then goodbye. See you if fate brings us together again."
"Goodbye."
Ye Xun hurriedly waved goodbye. Watching Ding Ling's departing back, she stood there for a long time without coming to her senses. Only after she could no longer see him did she seem to remember something and slap her forehead.
I didn't even ask for Ding Ling's contact information. What am I thinking with this head of mine?
She sighed.
Just then, her bestie Taozi called.
She answered. "Hello."
Her