At nightfall, Luo Qiu watched the sunlight fade from the lake water on the wooden terrace.
Cool water evaporated and the vapor slowly came up to the part of the villa, which stretched to the area above the lake. You Ye now was standing at the edge of the terrace.
The hard-working servant girl was dragging something---it was a basket of bottled beer. She sank it into the lake for a whole afternoon, which made it taste cool.
This place was the area of detached villas, instead of row houses. Different kinds of villas had been set there alone.
Where they lived was merely a 3-floor building and looked hundreds of years old; but one would be amazed by the modern equipment inside.
It was a little bit large for two people.
However, Luo Qiu thought it was quiet enough.
An old man seemed to be waiting for something when they arrived, he handed over the keys, and then left by his old pickup truck without saying or asking any single word.
Unexpectedly, all food here was fresh.
