Jiang Yingyue stood still for some time, allowing Han Qingshan to embrace her as he pleased, but the longer they stood, the more embarrassed she became and the redder her face turned.
"Enough already," she whispered to him, as she could no longer stand the glances that were sent their way.
Han Qingshan understood that it was not the right place to be touchy, so he reluctantly let go of her, sighing when he felt her figure leave his embrace. But he was not pushy and took her hand, smiled at her, and led her down the road.
Time flowed like water, and they had soon been walking for two hours. Their pace had been slow, and the majority of their time was spent looking at the displays in the windows.
"Let us find some food," Han Qingshan said, and they started looking for a restaurant. They were on one of the busiest streets in the entire capital, and thus, it was not hard to find a good restaurant.
