"Alright, I'm hanging up, hubby, give me a kiss." Xia Ying, taking advantage of not being face to face, flirted with Jiang Yi over the phone, blew a kiss into the receiver, and hung up before Jiang Yi could respond.
Jiang Yi, who heard but couldn't kiss, touched his lips, smacked them, and chuckled, "If I don't kiss you into surrender by noon, I might as well not be called Jiang Yi."
Happy times passed quickly.
Afternoon came following noon. After afternoon came the night, and a day's time ended unknowingly.
When the night was deep and people were quiet, it became very hard to find pedestrians on the street; everyone was immersed in their dreams.
Occasionally, vehicles would roar by. Those night drivers, as if ghosts were chasing them from behind, pressed hard on the gas, and their cars would whoosh past, disappearing at the end of the street in the blink of an eye.
Lights were still on at Xia Ying's detective agency, the door was closed but not locked.
