At the entrance of Lanfang Garden on the basement level 1 of Chongqing Building, a long queue had already formed.
It's Saturday evening past 7 o'clock, and the place is crowded with tourists and locals alike.
After waiting for over twenty minutes, they finally got a takeaway cup of pantyhose milk tea.
Shen Yuyan took a sip, her eyes brightened, and she directly handed the straw to Tang Song's mouth, "Tang Song, try it, it's really good."
Tang Song bent down, bit the straw, and took a sip.
The tea had a rich aroma, the milk was smooth and delicate, and the sweetness was just right, indeed very tasty.
The two walked around bustling streets holding their milk tea.
Neon lights crisscrossed, and the crowds were noisy.
Shen Yuyan casually pointed out the street scenes along the way, sharing the information she knew.
Occasionally, when she told a slightly risqué joke, she would tiptoe, get close to the ear, and speak softly.
