Fei Jiang messed around for a while, but when he saw Chuzheng's expression getting colder and colder, he hurriedly pulled back his "powers," wrapped his arms around her and fell quiet.
Streams of colorful light slid past the car windows, and the boundless Night Color outside no longer looked empty and lonely.
The car entered a busy district and got stuck in traffic, the kind where they couldn't move even half a meter in several minutes.
Fei Jiang stared at the sidewalk outside, then suddenly let go of Chuzheng: "Wait for me here." He pushed the car door open and got out.
Chuzheng wondered what Fei Jiang was going to do, but she was sitting on the other side, with the driver in front, so it wasn't easy for her to openly crane her neck and look.
Two minutes later, Fei Jiang came back to the car.
He was holding a skewer of candied hawthorn and a balloon.
"What are you doing?"
