Chapter 63

"Onions...leeks...pork..."

Raina Nan lowered her head, confirming the contents of her pocket.

It was the weekend, and her family was preparing to make dumplings.

After confirming that nothing was missing, she picked up the bag and prepared to go home.

"The latest handmade chocolates from our store! Feel free to take a look~~"

When she passed by a dessert shop, she stopped in her tracks.

The shopkeeper placed beautifully packaged boxes of chocolates on a wooden table in front of the store.

"Miss, would you like to buy a box?"

The shopkeeper called out to her as she stood there, looking at the chocolates for a long time.

"No, I'm just looking."

She waved her hand.

"Hehe, tomorrow is Qixi Festival, are you planning to give them to your boyfriend?"

The shopkeeper asked.

"Huh?"

She paused for a moment, and then looked closely to notice the sign next to her advertising a special discount for Qixi Festival.

Qixi Festival? Honestly, the phrase didn't hold much meaning for her.

She only knew about giving chocolates on Valentine's Day, but apparently it was the same for Qixi Festival...

"Ah, chocolates. Aren't you planning to give me any? Qixi Festival."

At this moment, a passing man stopped in front of the shop and turned to the woman beside him.

"What kind of person asks for chocolates directly! Besides, didn't I already receive some on Valentine's Day?"

The woman held his wrist and smiled.

Are they a couple? She glanced at them from the corner of her eye.

No wonder she heard her female classmates at school discussing who they were going to give chocolates to these past few days...

Everyone seems to be enthusiastic about it, this kind of thing...

...

"Um..."

After a moment of hesitation, she finally spoke up.

"Excuse me, how much is this?"

...

...

Samson Nan walked over to the water tap by the football field, lowered his head, and poured cold water over his head.

The summer sun was blinding and scorching, and he needed to cool down.

He had originally made plans to play basketball with William Wei, but William Wei said he had to stay at school this weekend because they were preparing for the school anniversary.

"Water, water, water..."

He wiped his head while looking for a vending machine or something similar.

But there didn't seem to be any nearby, so he strolled further away.

"..."

He paused in front of a café.

A man with slightly yellow-dyed hair and metal-framed glasses stood in front of the café.

The man seemed to have noticed him and turned his head.

The two of them stood there, several meters apart, looking at each other.

Samson Nan nodded at him and walked past.

"Samson Nan...right?"

The man called out to him.

"..."

He paused for a moment, realizing that he wasn't unfamiliar with this man named Yin Dong. After all, he had attended his wedding just last week.

"Wanna go in for a couple of drinks?"

Yin Dong pointed to the café in front of them.

Samson Nan was a bit surprised. After all, they were just acquaintances who had met before.

Seeing his hesitation, Yin Dong added:

"It's on me."

"Haha..."

It wasn't a matter of money, he just didn't like how his basketball-drenched t-shirt looked.

Oh well, whatever...

Just as he was about to enter, he looked up and saw:

Maid Cafe

He hesitated for a moment, feeling like he had seen this name somewhere...

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

...

"Welcome, my master~"

As expected...

As soon as they entered, two maids approached them and politely greeted them.

"..."

Samson Nan glanced embarrassingly at Yin Dong beside him, wondering if this guy had come to the wrong place.

"Ah, please arrange two quiet seats for us."

"Okay~ Follow me, please!"

Yin Dong's face showed no sign of disturbance as he confidently spoke.

The two of them walked to the innermost table by the window and sat down.

"Do you come here often?"

Samson Nan asked him."Ah, I suppose so."

"......"

Samson Nan remained silent.

Well, everyone has their own preferences, so it's not really right or wrong... It's just that based on his impression of Yin Dong, it was quite unexpected.

"May I ask what the two masters would like to drink?"

The maid girl took out a pen.

"Italian coffee, no sugar."

"Same for me."

"Alright, noted. Do the two masters have any preferred titles?"

"What?"

Samson Nan was momentarily puzzled as he looked at the maid girl.

Titles? Like "master" or something? That's how most maid cafes he knew were like.

"Brother."

Just as Samson Nan was still bewildered, Yin Dong suddenly spoke up.

"......"

Samson Nan swallowed, looking at him.

"Alright, brother. And what about the other master?"

"Huh?"

He snapped back to reality and then awkwardly looked to the side.

"I don't need anything..."

"Alright, master."

The maid girl walked away with a professional smile.

Relieved, he turned back and noticed that Yin Dong was staring at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a bit surprised."

Yin Dong pushed his glasses with his finger.

"I thought we had similar interests."

"Huh?"

Samson Nan looked at him, somewhat puzzled.

"Brother, your coffee is here."

At that moment, the maid came over with the coffee.

"Thank you."

Yin Dong smiled at her.

"......"

So this guy can smile, even though he had a serious face at the wedding...

"I heard you have a sister?"

Yin Dong took a sip of coffee, looking at him.

"Ah..."

Why was he asking this? Samson Nan speculated his intentions while stirring the unsweetened coffee with a spoon.

"Is she cute?"

"......"

Samson Nan thought for a moment.

"Not cute."

"You're lying."

Yin Dong interrupted him, staring at him seriously.

"I saw her at the wedding, she's a very beautiful girl."

"......"

Samson Nan was speechless. What was this guy trying to do? He still couldn't figure it out.

"But don't worry, she's not my type."

"......"

Unexpectedly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you relieved all of a sudden?"

Yin Dong suddenly stood up, leaned over, brought his face close, and pointed at his chest.

"!"

Samson Nan widened his eyes, astonished by his intense gaze.

What is this guy? Can he read minds?

"I can't read minds, you know."

He... here he goes again...

"I just know what you're thinking, because..."

He said, revealing a hint of a smile.

"We're the same kind."

"......"

Seeing Samson Nan's seemingly confused expression, Yin Dong added:

"When it comes to treating sisters."

This guy... is quite difficult to deal with...

That was the conclusion Samson Nan temporarily reached.

"What are you saying as a married man..."

Samson Nan couldn't help but comment.

"Because I can't talk about it with others, that's why I need this 'same kind' thing~"

"......"

What should he do? What he said made sense...

"Oh, right."

As if suddenly remembering something, Yin Dong reached into his bag that he carried with him.

"This."

He said, placing something on the table.

"......"

Samson Nan looked closely and was instantly speechless.

A pure white men's boxer briefs was placed right in the center of the table.

"My sister gave this, she said it's a gift for tomorrow's Qixi Festival."

Yin Dong said, rubbing his nose a bit bashfully.

"......"

Sister? Yin Li Xia? What the hell?He stared at the white fabric, unable to say a word for a long time.

"I won't give it to you!"

Yin Dong suddenly slammed his hand on the table, looking at him with caution.

"Who would want it anyway!"

"Both of you, please, please be quiet..."

The maid who came over didn't even dare to look at the thing on the table, stuttering as she spoke.

"The fabric is really good, and it must be very comfortable to wear, right?"

"Well, to be honest... even if you show off to me, I won't envy you at all..."

Samson Nan rubbed his forehead, thinking that he had encountered a weirdo today...

He got up and finished the remaining coffee in one gulp.

"Leaving so soon?"

"Ah, I feel so uncomfortable with this sweat on my body. I'll leave the money here."

He said, taking out a few banknotes and pressing them on the table.

"I said I'll treat you, bro."

"Thanks, bro. You know, I feel uneasy if I don't settle the bill properly~"

"Is that so?"

"Yeah."

He nodded with a faint smile, signaling his boundary with others.

Then he left the coffee shop.

Yin Dong took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and watched his back through the glass window until he completely disappeared from sight.

"Interesting..."

"Um... brother, smoking is not allowed here..."

"Oh, sorry!"

He quickly put out the cigarette.

...

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"Why underwear..."

On the way back, Samson Nan was still pondering this question.

Forget it, if I can even figure out this question myself, wouldn't I be the same kind as Yin Dong?

Clear the six senses, clear the six senses...

But wait, tomorrow is Chinese Valentine's Day...

Smack!

He slapped his own face hard, feeling a little more awake.

"What am I expecting..."