When school was almost over, Xia Mo rang Ling Yichen up on the phone and told him she was at the Tewei Commercial Street.
Ling Yichen’s office was not far from there, so she waited where she was. In less than 10 minutes, Ling Yichen drove his car and pulled up in front of her. Looking at her empty hands, he asked, “Didn’t you buy anything?”
“Nope, I didn’t get anything,” Xia Mo boarded the car and sat next to him.
“Was there nothing you liked here?” Ling Yichen reached and pulled her into his arms, “If there’s anything you want to buy, you can tell me.”
“I don’t feel like getting anything,” Xia Mo removed her shoes unglamorously and used her hands to gently massage both the soles of her feet.
Ling Yichen smiled irresistibly. He reached out his hands, and pulled her legs up onto his chest. Using both hands, he helped massage her soles, “Looks like you did quite a bit of walking.”