In a little hutong alley, they had a dinner brimming with the warmth of everyday life.
Zhang Yang ate to his heart's content.
The delicious food was secondary; what mattered was having a girl by his side. It gave him the feeling of delicate hands preparing soup, shyly waiting for her lord to taste it.
"Um... I still have something to do, so I should head back first." After paying the bill, Lin Hui returned and said somewhat awkwardly.
One look told him she didn't want to keep playing third wheel.
"Get in," Zhang Yang said with a smile, beckoning to her.
"I..." Lin Hui had just started to speak.
"Come on, Senior," Liao Kexin said with a smile, stepping forward and grabbing Lin Hui's hand as she pulled her toward Zhang Yang's car.
Under the night sky, Zhang Yang drove all the way to the dormitory buildings by the south gate of Beijing Dance Academy.
"Young Master Zhang, thank you for driving me back." Lin Hui glanced at Liao Kexin but didn't call for her, getting out of the car first.
Liao Kexin stayed glued to the passenger seat, refusing to move.
"You're not going back?" Zhang Yang asked, amused as he looked at Liao Kexin lingering there.
"I... I..." Liao Kexin stammered, her hands fidgeting anxiously, unsure where to put them.
"If you're not going back, then you're in trouble." Seeing the pretty girl's flushed face, Zhang Yang didn't bother being coy. He turned the car around and drove straight away from Beijing Dance Academy.
In the middle of the night, Zhang Yang picked a nearby hotel at random and got a room.
Then... he tossed Liao Kexin onto the bed without mercy.
"Do you have class tomorrow morning?" Zhang Yang asked one last time before getting down