Li Wenli and Bai Junjun quickly wrapped their scarves back around themselves, their faces flushed with embarrassment and unease at being seen.
After the couple left, another junior guardsman said, "That pair is well-known for their squabbles. Fei Hua is a sharp-tongued one; could she really trust Feng Zhan with money to buy rice? She must be watching him like a hawk."
"Why doesn't she just go buy it herself?" The young guardsman still didn't understand.
The other couldn't help but sigh, "You won't understand until you're married. Once you are, men are used like beasts of burden. It's already not bad that Fei Hua provides the money for rice; you expect her to carry the rice back home too? Dream on."
"Alright, enough about them. We should all tighten up and patrol properly. If we let the suspect escape from Biluo, we're all in for it," the little leader interrupted the gossiping group.
The group sheepishly stopped chattering and continued their patrol seriously.
