When summer hit the hottest, Chen Hu brought a plate of chilled watermelon to Bei Yao’s place.
The chubby boy couldn’t climb further than level three. He was gasping for air like a calf, exhausted. He knocked on the door. Bei Yao’s delicate face appeared on the other side. She just woke up from her nap, ready to start on her homework.
Chen Hu’s already flushed face became even redder. He said in a coarse tone, “It’s chilled watermelon from my pop’s factory, he asked me to bring them to you guys.”