Do Not Overindulge While Young... or You'll Wither

In the brisk morning air, as Gu Pianpian approached him with open arms, Huo Qingang's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his body trembled. His heart pounded so violently that it seemed as if it might burst from his chest and fly away.

Gu Pianpian, absorbed in the trending searches on her phone, failed to notice the changes in his demeanor. She looked up, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

He was here? This was his home—where else would he be?

Snapping out of his daze, Huo Qingang cast a cold glance at Gu Pianpian. "What are you doing here?"

Gu Pianpian's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "This is my home, so naturally, I am here."

Huo Qingang nodded, his deep eyes brimming with an enigmatic intensity. "Indeed."

Indeed? What a concise and refreshingly unconventional response.