Duan Fei was startled and felt inexplicably guilty, "This... it's pretty cheap."
"It is pretty cheap," Jiang Yaoyao nodded, "but isn't this men's slippers? Who are you planning to buy them for?"
Duan Fei cleared her throat, "I don't have any spare slippers at home..."
"Yeah, I never have slippers to wear when I visit your place. What's the deal? You've never thought about buying a pair for me, your BFF, but you're getting them for a man? Who is it? It's not Rong Bian, is it?"
If not him, then who else could it be?
Rong Moyong had been coming to her place every evening since that night. Sometimes early, sometimes late, but he'd come every day to spend a little time.
Sometimes he'd guide her in cooking, unable to bear watching her clumsy attempts, he would simply take over and then they would both eat the meal he made. After dinner, they'd cuddle on the sofa, watching TV for a while. He'd occasionally hold her, kiss her, and then he'd leave...
