"Yeah, I thought it would be kind of fun doing it here," Chan Lee said. "It's kind of chilly and cool, way better than getting holed up in my room. Um, I don't have any wine with but do you want peaches or polo juice? You're up here to watch the fireworks, right?"
"Yeah. I'd trade so juice for mooncakes." He showed off the half-empty box.
"I've had too many of thosebut sure."
"Oh right, you gave my parents and even Madam Dongxia a box." Han Jing said and awkwardly walked over towards her. "My mom texted that. Man, I should have bought sothing else."
Chan Lee was quick to reassure with a nonchalant wave. "Hey, we only get to eat these like once a year. So let's pig out on those mooncakes, the ones I bought were red lotus bean pastethat's like the premium kind, right? The box looks expensive."
"Oh yeah. I an, gotta splurge a little." Han Jing said and looked at the box. It really was premiummust have been the only boxes left when he got to the mall.
How much were these things?
He just paid back then and went running out.
"It must be great to be a fully fledged adult." Chan Lee poured so juice from a container and offered it to him. "I kind of still get an allowance from my parents. But I've been thinking about getting a job."
"Uh you only have one glass?" Han Jing placed the mooncake box in between the two of them. A small and tiny barrier to keep the two of them comfortable with one another and not to make things weird.
"Do you rember that I invited you to go moon gazing with a couple of days ago?"
Han Jing reluctantly accepted the glass. "Yeah, I rember."
He really didn't think that she was looking forward to it or actually considered it for real.
"Well, your mother said you were out with your friends when I visited two days agoso, um I didn't exactly have anyone else with ." Chan Lee shrugged. "So why would I bring an extra glass here with ? Don't worry, we can just share."
Han Jing looked down at the drink. He was trying to determine that the glass she shared with him he wasn't drinking on the sa side as hers. "Are you sure this is fine?" He held the glass up. "I an yeah, I can probably run back to my house and grab a glass."
"What? Why would you do that?" Chan Lee laughed a bit at his expression. "That's too tiring, unless you're too grossed out by sharing one cup with ?" She pointed at a side away from him. "I only drank at this part, so everywhere else is clean if you're feeling bothered."
"Fine," Han Jing held the glass up and took a sip. The taste of sweet polo juice was actually refreshing after chewing up at least four pieces of mooncakes all by himself. "I was just afraid of cooties."
"For real? You're like a kid." She gave him an amused grin. "Who uses cooties anymore?"
"Oh, then what do you want to say?" Han Jing raised a brow. He leaned back slightly and stared at the sky. "The adult version is probably, I do not want to get HIV by accidentally drinking so of your saliva."
"I don't think you get that from saliva?" Chan Lee grabbed her phone and did a quick search. "You can get it from kissing but only if there's so transmission of blood. So like maybe bleeding gums. Another reason to up your vitamin C, huh?"
"Really? Huh, the things you learn." Han Jing placed the glass back down on the picnic blanket and smiled sheepishly. "Fascinating in a waythanks for letting know."
"Eh? It's easy enough to learn with a quick search on the net." She wagged her phone.
"Yeah, I know. But you sohow still know the gist of it. Probably just being stupid or forgetful about sex education." Han Jing needed to shove down a mooncake down his throat right now. It wasn't sothing he expected to strike a conversation with the girl he thought was cute.
"It's not that big of a dealyou just kind of surf random things on the net." Chan Lee cleared her throat. "Totally normal."
He chuckled. "How you phrased it makes it weird."
"Well maybe I can get a tad concerned about getting sick." Chan Lee gave him an awkward smile. "Not really diagnosed, but a little hypochondriac. A small anxiety that you'd get really sick or have an underlying dical condition."
"Oh, that's"
"A little weird, huh?" Chan Lee picked up the glass on the picnic table and then poured so more juice. "In a way, I kind of get your concern from sharing the sa glass as mine. I totally get itso cheers."
Even she looked hesitant sharing the sa glass as him, but then drank it down in one go.
"You can't get HIV but what about colds and other viruses?" Chan Lee smiled a little and then refilled the cup before offering it to him. "But yeah, that's like a little thing about what about you?"
Han Jing raised a brow. "What about ?"
"Do you have any stories about yourself?" Chan Lee asked. She scratched her cheek a little. "I kind of talked about myself, but I'm more interested in learning about you than the forr."
"You want to know about ?"
"Yeah, leave out no detailsI want to know about you." Chan Lee smiled a little, but then caught herself. She corrected herself with a sheepish grin. "I an, share what you're comfortable with stories are great, you know? Tell about yourself and let know what makes Han Jing ticks. You seem like a pretty cool guy."
Han Jing accepted the glass from her and he looked at her expression to see if she was really being serious.
He stifled a chuckle. "You make yourself sound like so kind of reporter. You want to know about this little ol ? Did my mother put you up with this when you had dinner with them?"
"I really an it." She frowned at him and gave him a serious look. But then she deflated and sighed a little. "I want to know your story, I want to know what kind of person you are is there sothing strange about trying to get to know people? Did it co off weird?"
"Of course notyou're being honest." Han Jing raised his hand a little. "I kind of want to know about you too. But if you tell this to every person you et, your straightforwardness can co off differently. If you get what I an?"
"I guess I need to tone it down a bit?" Chan Lee tilted her head, but didn't exactly look that convinced. "But what do I say? Hey, let's hangout rather than just saying you want to get to know them."
"Yeah, sothing like that is enough." Han Jing scratched his head. "You have to play it a little cool or people think you're being too desperate or pushy."
"Desperate or pushy?"
"Not you exactlybut So people think it's strange if you're being too honest and tell everything that's on your mind. You need a kind of filter when you're with strangers and have a guard up."
"Well, you're not exactly a strangerbesides, don't you think it's working?" There was a twinkle in her eyes and she looked even a bit smug. "I'm learning more about you, by being honest. I didn't know that you think that way."
"Okay, you got ." Han Jing eased up a little, but he gave her a serious look. "But that's because you're talking with and not other people."
"Which works fine, because I am trying to get to know you I thought that was clear?"
"Well, if you're asking for it this muchthen don't beg to stop when I actually get started." Han Jing rested a hand underneath his chin. "I have lots of stories. What kind do you want?"
"Anything that you want, just don't give horror."
"Huh? Why would I have horror stories about my life?"
Chan Lee raised a brow. "No spooky ghosts in your highschool stories?"
"Ah, those kinds. Let think about it and try to see if I can recall a good one."
"You make it sound like your ti in high school was a decade ago."
"...If you consider that junior highschool starts at thirteenthen yes, it was a decade ago." Han Jing cleared his throat. Knowing that made his gut hurt a little now that he realized that.
"Oh, oops." She laughed a little. "So it's actually been a long ti ago."
"Don't make sound too old, I thought you were interested." Han Jing rolled his eyes and then cleared his throat and clarified it. "About getting to know , I an. So quiet down and let think. I don't think the ti Mou Gu scared the crap out of when we were at a bar counts. Bo Lifen at our club was scary, but not exactly horror genre."
"Please go ahead with anything, I'll listen regardless."
"Oh, what about sothing eldritch? I saw a movie with this tentacled octopus guy saving a guy from a beach. It was like a reverse rmaid story. It gave the creeps back then... until now, that I think about it."
"Huh, that's silly."
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