"I quite like what you're wearing!"
Lin Baici complimented.
"Next time, I'll wear this outfit when I play poker with you."
Kim Myungjin was very happy.
...
Gu Qingxiang carried a plastic bag down the stairs to the northeast corner of the neighborhood.
There was a pavilion there, whose red paint on the columns had long since peeled off.
Usually, Gu Qingxiang would sit down and wait for a while, but today Lin Baici had returned home, so she took out some sausages from the bag and cut them open with a small knife.
As soon as she finished, she arranged the sausages on the pavilion's long bench, and a cat's meow resounded.
Meow!
A calico cat emerged from the holly bushes, looked around, and then darted to Gu Qingxiang's side; it didn't rush to eat the sausages but rubbed its head against Gu Qingxiang's pant leg.
Meow! Meow!