Yang Ruxin walked in and saw a young man dressed in white, who was blinking a pair of innocent, excited eyes at her. She couldn't help but laugh, "When fellow villagers meet, their eyes brim with tears. Shouldn't we embrace or something?"
"Beauty, I'm a man, aren't you afraid?" the youth in white stood up, quite a bit shorter than Yang Ruxin, but deliberately made a lecherous expression.
"Really?" Yang Ruxin slightly raised her eyebrows and used a finger to lift the other's chin, "Sis here likes little cuties just like you..."
"Alright, I'm a girl." The other let out a sigh, "Your skills are deeper than mine."
Yang Ruxin couldn't help but snort with laughter.
"I come from the year 2016, just turned twenty-two, and you?"
"2018, I'm quite a few years older than you."
"Wow, the World Cup in Russia, right? Who won? I love Cristiano Ronaldo the most..."