This kind of planned and timed escape was concocted by Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu after much thought.
By the time it was the fifth one, it was already mid-March. The quantity of arranged dates had increased, but the quality dropped. On the fine March 14th, White Day, when the streets were filled with the festive lights of Valentine's Day, Su Ziceng had to tragically sit in a barbecue restaurant, chewing wax-like imported grilled meat.
The slices of meat on the electrified grill flipped over, white smoke carrying the stench of animal carcasses. Seated across from her was her latest arranged date, a government official who just caught the last train at thirty-five.
The most eye-catching thing on his entire face was his two nostrils, which prospected outwards, revealing dark nostril hairs, causing Su Ziceng to have to look away, desperately adding various hot sauces to the slices of meat.
