"Let's take the subway, I haven't ridden one in a long time!"
On the street, Catherine playfully stretched her arms open, enjoying the liberating evening breeze.
"Do you want to wear a mask like me?" Shen Mochen suggested.
"You can wear it yourself!" Catherine pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction.
Shen Mochen sighed helplessly, "You're too dazzling, I'm afraid I'd expose myself."
Catherine smiled, "What's wrong with being exposed? It doesn't seem to do any harm to me. Imagine how thrilling it would be seeing the heartbroken expressions of those girls when a Roman woman elopes with Prince Yupi."
How can you say such cruel things with such an expressionless face?
Shen Mochen clasped his hands together, "Tonight I'll treat you to fried skewers, just please be nice!"
"So you really don't want to ruin your image in public, huh? It seems Buque's strategies are quite effective."
Catherine huffed.
"Actually, I don't care about the image, I just don't want to attract trouble."
