<b>Translator</b>: Zhi Li looked at Ke Bu indifferently and said, "Don't do shameful things when you're with me." It was not until Ke Bu saw the clerk pack the sketchbook in the bag that he was relieved. He threw a contemptuous look at Zhi Li and said, "I'm sorry if I'm too embarrassing." After Zhi Li paid, Ke Bu carried the books and left the bookstore. "Shouldn't you be carrying these?"
"You have no hands?"
"Do you or do you not understand dating guides?" Ke Bu threw the books in his hands into Zhi Li's chest.
Next, they busied themselves with the boring stuff. After they finished watching the movie, as the two walked out of the cinema, Ke Bu looked at the freezer outside the store and approached it. "I can't believe they already started selling popsicles in this season. Boss, give me two."
The two stood in front of the station with their popsicles. Currently, there was no one else at the bus stop, leaving only the sound of Ke Bu eating his popsicle. "Wow, it's cold." Ke Bu kept the vanilla-flavored popsicle in his mouth and said, "Oh right, I remember you still owe me 1.50 for the popsicle last time."
"That's not the flavor I like."
"You shameless devil. I'll keep on pestering you until you pay up." As Ke Bu took another bite of the popsicle, he reached into the bag that Zhi Li was carrying and took out the sketchbook. "This is for you. A gift for our first date."
Zhi Li looked at the blue sketchbook. "This is to return the gesture." Zhi Li leaned in. As his lips closed in, Ke Bu blocked his mouth with the back of his hand. "It's not the flavor that you like right now."
There was still a hint of vanilla in his mouth. Zhi Li pulled down Ke Bu's hand. "That's alright." Zhi Li's breath had melted the scent of vanilla away and also that piece of ice.
The next day, Ke Bu threw the bag of books to Su Youyan. After Su Youyan counted the books, she passed one of them to Ke Bu. Ke Bu took it. The author's name was written in gold on the hardcover: Friedrich Nietzsche.