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Lu Jing couldn't bear to let her go. "Why don't you just stay the night?"
"No!" Sang Yu firmly rejected Lu Jing's suggestion. Her sister was still at home; how could she possibly spend the night out?
Lu Jing understood that it wasn't realistic to have his girlfriend stay over, so he kissed Sang Yu passionately one last time before letting her go. By the time Sang Yu got into the car, her face was still flushed.
She shot a glare at the person next to her. After such an intense kiss, her lips must be swollen. What would happen if her sister noticed when she got home?
Lu Jing felt quite pleased; this was the happiest day he had experienced in a long while.
On the way, Sang Yu didn't forget to buy a late-night snack for her sister.
When Sang Yu got home, Sang Xia was still engrossed in her drama. Young people these days were such night owls; they rarely went to bed before midnight.
Feeling guilty, Sang Yu dared not look at her sister, fearing that she might notice her swollen lips.
Sang Xia observed her sister's guilty demeanor and felt reluctant to confront her. She had already seen the obvious signs when Sang Yu walked in; it was hard to miss unless one was blind.
It was confirmed—her sister had gone on a date. Just look at those lips! Tsk tsk, it was almost too embarrassing to watch.
Not that she wanted to criticize, but honestly, her sister wasn't very bright. If she didn't care about it, how could she feel at ease?
Sang Yu noticed that her sister didn't ask any questions and felt secretly pleased, unaware that Sang Xia had seen right through her. How could two sisters from the same parents be so different?
"Here’s your late-night snack." Winter nights were different from summer; this time of year, the streets were bustling with vendors selling food. However, in winter, there wasn't much open at this hour; even restaurants were mostly closed.
But since she had promised to buy something for her sister, she didn't want to go back on her word. So she stopped by KFC and picked up a bucket of chicken—she could snag a bite too.
"Family bucket? Thanks, sis!" Sang Xia smiled as she took the bucket from Sang Yu's hands. It was her favorite food; at least her sister had some conscience.
Sang Yu replied, "It's really nothing; it's just that there wasn't much else available on the street."
"Do you want some?"
"Can you finish it all?"
Sang Xia shook her head. Although she wanted to eat it all, she knew she didn't have that capacity.
"Then I’ll have some." Even though she wasn't particularly hungry, she felt a bit peckish; it had been ages since she'd eaten anything substantial—she couldn't even remember when.
"How’s this variety show? Is it good?" Sang Yu changed into her pajamas and sat next to Sang Xia, pulling out a chicken wing from the bucket—the part of the chicken she loved most.
"It's pretty good! I really like Li Si." The TV was playing "Sister Thirty," a talent show featuring contestants over thirty years old—actors, singers, some past their prime and others currently popular, familiar faces and strangers alike.
This was a show that Sang Yu enjoyed and had recommended to Sang Xia. After watching it, Sang Xia found herself quite fond of it too; now she was catching up on the latest episodes after finishing the first season.
Sang Xia watched intently, even though she had seen it once before. It was still captivating to her. Speaking of which, it was already the third season, but she still preferred the first season the most.
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