When the three of them arrived home after eating barbecue, it was already half past eleven.
After saying goodbye to them, Song Fengwan returned to her room to wash up. After the massage, her body really felt soft and comfortable all over.
She turned on the desk lamp and pulled out the carving tools she had stolen from Qiao Xiyan's room. Then she pulled out the hibiscus stone she had bought at the antique market from her drawer.
The hibiscus stone was already polished. It was about the size of a thumbnail and a translucent light pink. She wanted to carve a hole in it, braid a tassel, and then hang it on the newly bought Buddhist prayer bead bracelet.
It was going to be a birthday gift for Fu Chen.
As a student, she couldn't afford to give him anything too expensive. The hole is quite rough, so I hope he doesn't dislike it.
