Chen Yan chuckled.
"This really is the most ordinary of dreams, huh...."
And just as he was thinking this, Zhao Ying swung her little feet again and said, "If I could skip a few classes, run off to Mount Taihang now and then, and learn Martial Arts from my master, that would be even better."
Chen Yan couldn't help but "haha" laugh out loud, feeling, this was the Brother Ying he knew.
Like the one he initially met tonight... who was just a soulless shell.
In the quiet night, at a deserted company, the two of them chatted and fooled around, venting tonight's "frustration."
After a while, Chen Yan tilted his head to look at Zhao Ying.
Dressed in his shirt, draped in his suit, there was an ambiguous beauty about her, those lively eyes had regained their clarity and were sparkling brightly as they looked out at the night view.
Chen Yan smiled and then asked, "So, what are you planning to do next?"
Zhao Ying replied, "Do what? What do you mean?"
