"What did you tell third aunt?"

It was late at night, the shadows of the trees were dancing, against the bright moon in the sky, the branches and leaves seemed to be coated with a light silver light. The whole village fell into silence, except for the occasional barking of dogs in the distance.

Xihe brushed the hair beside her ear to make the night wind blow more smoothly: "Why do I feel that something is wrong with her complexion?"

Watching her hesitate to speak.

"She asked me about my parents and my job, and I told the truth."

Cheng Qian turned his gaze away from the shadow on the ground, turned to her, and said in a very disgusting tone: "You didn't see her face at that time, it was so ugly."

Xihe stopped and turned to look at him.

Cheng Qian raised his chin and smiled evilly: "What? Regret it? If you brought a big boss back, they would be happy, but you brought a paparazzi, tsk-"

Under the dim moonlight, Xihe stared at him, with no expression on his bright white face.

Cheng Qian wondered in his mind and couldn't help but look away: "Look, what are I doing? This is your decision, it has nothing to do with me."

He is just a pitiful little man who is at the mercy of others, okay? As he thought this, his fingers clenched the edge of the basin uneasily.

Yes, you shouldn’t be angry, right?

Xihe glanced at the toiletries and clothes in the basin and sighed in his heart, what an awkward big boy.

Xihe suddenly stepped forward and put his hand on the back of the man's hand. Cheng Qian stiffened instantly.

The night wind gradually became stronger, and the trees made a rustling sound as they rubbed against each other. The two stood opposite each other, with a basin in between, looking at each other. Xihe moved his fingertips and gradually clasped the back of his hand.

Cheng Qian: ...My heart was beating wildly and my whole body was tense.

But he didn't move. He knew that if he took the initiative, he would be doomed and would fall into her trap and never be able to climb out again.

What Cheng Qian despises most in his life is feelings. What's the use of that thing? Every time he sees others fighting for love, he is full of disdain. He thinks it's a bad thing. Isn't it delicious to be single?

The result is now...

Xihe curled his mouth and suddenly let go of his hand.

Cheng Qian:!!!

Xihe smoothed his hair around his ears and turned around: "Let's go back."

Without thinking, Cheng Qian grabbed Xihe's arm with one hand. Xihe was surprised: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Qian pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were complicated, and he felt particularly unhappy. That's it? He touched him and went back directly? He didn't have anything to say?

"you……"

Opened his mouth.

Xihe tilted his head, his face full of confusion.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart, and gradually used strength in his palms: "You don't have anything to say?"

Staring at her face closely, not missing the slightest change.

Xihe paused, blinked, tilted his head and looked at him for a long time, then suddenly said: "Have you figured out the answer to the question I asked you at that time?"

The answer? Cheng Qian immediately thought of that night.

His heart tightened, and he unconsciously exerted force on his palms. Xihe didn't care and raised his head to wait for his answer.

The sound of the wind stopped, and he could hear his own beating heart. Cheng Qian couldn't help but think about the situation in the future when she would be high up and become the top class, but he would be a shameless mouse...

He closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Yes!"

Xihe blinked, looking from his straight nose to his lips: "Oh, what's'?"

Cheng Qian's face instantly became restless: "You know what I mean!"

Xihe's face was full of confusion: "I don't know, how could I know? I'm not a roundworm in your belly."

Cheng Qian: "..."
Chapter completed!