Even though it was called a race course, it was also built according to the terrain of the park.
"Ji Wanzhou, thank you." Meng Qingge held Ji Wanzhou's waist tightly and said softly.
Meng Qingge's voice wasn't loud, but Ji Wanzhou still heard it clearly.
"Idiot." Ji Wanzhou replied with a smile. It was rare for a delicate wife to act so coquettishly, and every time, it would strike straight at her heart.
"I want this!" Meng Qingge pointed at a huge red leaf that stuck out from a distance.
Ji Wanzhou did not hesitate to take it down, supporting himself with one hand as he ran past the maple leaf.
Meng Qingge took a handful of maple leaves and held them in her arms. She looked back at the bare branches and stretched them out by herself. She couldn't stop laughing.
Along the way, the two became more and more childish. In this place where no one was paying attention to them, they completely released themselves.