So Bo Jingshen carried Su Lu into the convenience store.
He didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
But this handsome man and beautiful woman did attract quite a few stares.
Bo Jingshen bought a bottle of jasmine tea and a bottle of jasmine honey tea, and since he was carrying her and had no free hands, he asked Su Lu to hold them.
He had his own motives too, and soon claimed he was thirsty, but did not let her down and instead asked Su Lu to open the bottle of jasmine tea and feed him.
So on the way back to the lobster restaurant, the night air was filled with the scent of jasmine.
Bo Jingshen felt somewhat dreamy; he even sometimes wondered if he was dreaming.
To be honest, during those isolated days, his routine had improved considerably, including his previously poor sleep. During that time, he had dreamt of Su Lu on many occasions.
Sometimes the dream had no real story—he just dreamt of himself holding Su Lu's hand and walking on endlessly, just holding and walking.
