Don't laugh, I'm serious

Nelly looked at him in confusion and frowned. "Why do I feel that you are a little mysterious?"

Lennon curled his lips and picked up a bottle of red wine and two glasses. As he walked upstairs, he said, "Follow me."

She followed him upstairs. They went to the balcony and sat on the small tea table.

He poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to her.

Nelly said, "Can't you tell me what it is now?"

"No, I can't. If I tell you now, there won't be that kind of surprise."

Nelly pouted and took the glass. "You really know how to keep me guessing."

The two of them looked at each other. He smiled and clinked his glass with hers.

She took a sip of wine and looked up at the night sky. She remembered the last time they drank beer here and almost ran a gun.

She shook her head hurriedly, as if she had thought too much.

"By the way," Lennon looked at him and said, "you still have something to thank me for."

Nelly frowned. "If you don't tell me, how can I thank you?"