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I’m so full. I’m turning in. Sure, go. What are you doing? Aunt Zhou might see us. -That was quite a scare. -Don’t worry. We’re safe here. That was scary. We were nearly exposed. Tell me about it. Take a whiff at my feet. Seriously? Put that away. Thanks to Aunt Zhou,
It smells like Red Flower Oil. Good thing you moved out. Otherwise, they’d be breathing down our necks every day. Imagine that. So, as for Jia Yun, should we keep our secret from her? I guess. The more people knowing, the more trouble. But you should stay away from Jiang Zhe Yang.
Stop flirting with him. No more “Mr Fox”, -selling lipsticks and whatnot. -Okay, I got it. How many times must you remind me? And you, keep your distance from Ms Ouyang. Don’t go running to her for help all the time. Okay, relax. I’ll stay clear of her. Time for bed. Separately? Separately.
Go to bed. Where’s my goodnight kiss? Come on. Come on. Come on. Don’t avoid me. Alright. Please, I need to sleep. Xi Xi, this stuff is great. You over-timers should take it. Give it a stir. One glass each. -Duan Ran. -Duan Ran. -Come back. -What for? What is it?
What’s that in your hand? What’s that? She’s been driving it all this while. Let me take it for a spin. What for? You two work at the same place. Doesn’t matter who drives. Leave it. Never mind, Aunt Zhou. Let Duan Ran drive. I’ve always wanted a chauffeur. A chauffeur? Sure, go ahead.
Sit down. What are you standing there for? Be careful. That was close. Take this. You drive from now on. You be the chauffeur. Here are the eggs and the salad. Pass it over. Alright, let’s dig in. Here. Give it a stir. Try it, see if you like it. Look at you. Eat up.
We’ve got to take off. Don’t rush me. What are you giggling about? -Nothing. -You two have a long day ahead. Stop being silly. Eat up. Knock it off. Duan Ran, I have a challenging question for you. -Shoot. -You’ve been working at Rui and looking at me for so long.
Do you know what colour of lipstick I’m wearing? No, I don’t. As my boyfriend, you should know that the colour of my lipstick is strawberry red. Got it? I might quiz you again. What’s wrong? Strawberry red, you say? Why doesn’t it taste like strawberries? Someone’s calling me. Who? -Who? -How would I know?