61: Discovering Hanoi Train Street

Li Qinghe and Pham Huyen My had a hearty meal of sardines, successfully getting oil from their mouths onto each other's lips.

Pham Huyen My, experiencing this kind of 'lip-to-lip' game for the first time, blushed from her face to her neck, and then to… well, below was out of sight.

All visible skin was pink. As a mixed-race individual, her skin condition was truly different, a case of 1+1 > 2.

Li Qinghe slowly learned everything about Pham Huyen My.

Using the privacy of the booth, Li Qinghe successfully played the role of a successful man, 'holding yellow and grasping white'.

Pham Huyen My, for her part, realized for the first time what it meant to have the 'pillar-of-heaven, treading-the-earth' masculinity.

With their relationship out in the open, their interactions became much more relaxed, no longer needing to be as polite as before.

Pham Huyen My liked Li Qinghe's impolite manner; he was roguishly handsome, a kind of charisma that Vietnamese men didn't possess.

Li Qinghe, meanwhile, embraced the beautiful woman and sighed, realizing that he had always wanted to be an outstanding man since childhood, and now that he was out, he had become a very lustful man.

"Brother Qinghe, let's go to Train Street for coffee this afternoon," Pham Huyen My said, hooking her pinky finger with Li Qinghe's and gently swinging them.

"Hmm? Didn't you say locals never go there?"

Li Qinghe looked at the girl beside him, who could skip and jump even in high heels, and couldn't help but marvel at her excellent physique; she wasn't just a pure 'flower vase'.

The Train Street Pham Huyen My mentioned was near the Thirty-Six Guild Streets, a must-visit spot for tourists from other cities and even other countries.

The tricky part was that both sides of the train tracks were packed with shops, and the narrow Train Street didn't allow just anyone to enter freely.

The way to get in was to order a coffee or food at a cafe or restaurant, and depending on the price of your order, you'd be seated either by the street or on the second floor.

Li Qinghe had passed by there many times and saw that most of the people sitting by the narrow street were tourists from Europe and America, each with a small stool, a cup of coffee or a drink, sitting side by side at the shop entrance and against the wall.

"Brother Qinghe, let's go there, will you take pictures of me?"

So it was for taking pictures. Li Qinghe looked at the lively Pham Huyen My beside him. He didn't believe she hadn't taken pictures on Train Street before.

But today, asking Li Qinghe to accompany her to take photos seemed more like her way of commemorating this special day for her.

Li Qinghe had a good quality: although he wasn't particularly romantic, he was considerate. He would always do his best to satisfy his girlfriend's needs.

"A Mei, get in, we're off to Train Street." Li Qinghe took Pham Huyen My's hand and pulled open the passenger door.

With the master-level photography skills given by the system, he was ready to take some beautiful photos for this girl that she would cherish for a lifetime.

"Brother Qinghe, I'll drive," Pham Huyen My said, pushing Li Qinghe into the passenger seat and getting into the driver's seat herself.

Vietnam had no explicit regulations prohibiting driving in high heels, so Pham Huyen My directly stepped on the accelerator in her heels.

Looking at the brilliant smile blooming on the girl's face, Li Qinghe could feel her love for off-road vehicles and also sense the heart behind her smile that longed to break free from constraints.

It seemed that in the past few years, although she had lived a carefree life, she had been quite suppressed, perhaps due to her parents' divorce or her mother's strict control.

Most children raised by parents with obsessive-compulsive disorder and a desire for control always have some crazy rebellious thoughts and impulsive behaviors they act upon.

Pham Huyen My should be one of them, taking the opportunity of finding a boyfriend today to vent fully.

Li Qinghe deeply empathized with this, so he was willing to be wild with her; at most, they would just pay a fine.

Pham Huyen My revved the engine on streets with fewer motorcycles, and the Wrangler's wide tires firmly gripped the road, making her driving appear very stable.

On the way from Hai Ba Trung District to Hoan Kiem District's Train Street, they passed the Hai Ba Trung Temple.

Li Qinghe, who had most of his attention on the road ahead, suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

Turning his head, he saw it was Vu Linh Huong, the noble lady. She was walking among a group of young men and women, and many luxury cars of various types were parked in the direction they were heading.

These should be the children of the noble families in Vietnam's upper circles, or, in the local Vietnamese dialect, 'royal descendants'. Regardless of the term, they couldn't escape the strong flavor of Chinese language culture within them.

"Oh, Hanoi's damned traffic is so frustrating."

Pham Huyen My looked helplessly at the surging army of motorcycles in front and behind her car, slowly driving and inching forward.

Although young, luckily she was also an old Hanoi driver, accustomed to the various motorcycles suddenly appearing in front of her car, swerving wildly.

It took more than half an hour to reach Train Street. It wasn't even three in the afternoon yet, and the train tracks on Train Street were already full of people.

Li Qinghe spent 120,000 vietnamese dong to buy two cups of egg coffee and sat with Pham Huyen My at the entrance of a cafe in the middle section of Train Street.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the tracks, Li Qinghe took out his phone and took several photos of Pham Huyen My drinking coffee.

"Brother Qinghe, your photography skills are so good! If you used a professional camera, you could take even better pictures."

Seeing that the photos Li Qinghe took of her were all very beautiful, with excellent composition and image quality, she was immediately overjoyed.

Li Qinghe looked at the beaming Pham Huyen My, a bit unsure why she was so happy.

Pham Huyen My mysteriously beckoned to him, signaling him to come closer.

Li Qinghe walked over, confused, and slightly lowered his head to lend her his ear.

"Brother Qinghe, when you have time, help me take some boudoir photos. All the famous photographers in Hanoi are men, and I don't want to go to them."

Looking at the charming Pham Huyen My, who even seductively licked her lips, Li Qinghe realized that if her claim of never having a boyfriend before was true, then she was truly gifted.

She was almost like a succubus, able to maximize her charm at such a young age. Little Li, you're in luck!

Li Qinghe was thinking other things, but his mouth joked, "Do you have a bikini? If not, I won't take the pictures."

"Get out of here!" Pham Huyen My hit him and rolled her eyes, the smile on her lips proving she wasn't angry about it.

Just then, the "woo woo" sound of a train whistle came from afar.

The afternoon train was coming.

Li Qinghe quickly had Pham Huyen My pose by the street, and pressed the shutter the moment the train engine appeared behind her.

Pham Huyen My in front of the train.

After the sexy girl was swept past by the train with a blast of air, she quickly ran towards Li Qinghe.

"Brother Qinghe, quickly show me the photos!"

After seeing the photos Li Qinghe took, Pham Huyen My happily hooked his neck and exclaimed,

"Send them to me! I want to use them as my phone wallpaper."

Their behavior wasn't out of place on Train Street at all, as it was filled with couples from various countries, as well as 'assembled' couples who had met after arriving in Vietnam.

To make it easier for Pham Huyen My to look through the photos, they both sat back down on the chairs by the street.

Pham Huyen My was looking at photos, while Li Qinghe was looking up information on another phone. After searching for a while, he finally found what he wanted.

"A Mei, do you know this place?"

"What place? Ah, does Hanoi have such a place?"

Pham Huyen My was also confused by the information displayed on Li Qinghe's phone; she had no idea such a place existed.

"Come on, A Mei, while it's still early, let's go check it out." Li Qinghe pulled Pham Huyen My and walked out of Train Street.