Lu Fengxuan refused to leave, "Let's pick some more; I feel it's a bit too hasty. Help me think it through seriously."
"This is the gift you're preparing. As for mine, it's on the way. You'll be fine with just this pen," Yu Chiyin hinted to her.
Gifts should not be chosen hastily, but they also should not be too expensive. He had already planned a special custom-made gift.
Upon hearing this, Lu Fengxuan clenched her fist and punched him gently on the chest, complaining, "You've prepared one and still keep it a secret from me."
"Alright, now I'm relieved. Let's go; we'll go home."
Just as she finished speaking and was about to leave, a force came from her wrist, pulling her back suddenly.
Yu Chiyin's large hand wrapped around her waist from behind, "We're not going home. We've got other plans."
...Choosing gifts for another man was merely incidental.