On the streets of Shanghai at night, although the location is remote, there are still many people on the streets.
Gong Shiheng looked at the rose petals in the palm of his hand and felt that his palm was lightly burned. The car window was not closed tightly, and the noise from outside could still be heard.
He frowned slightly and was silent for a long time.
Xiao Sheng was a little unsure, wondering if he understood what he meant. She cleared her throat and leaned over, "Don't you want to say something?"
Gong Shiheng raised his head and glanced at him solemnly.
"Sorry, wait a moment."
Hold on?
Xiao Sheng was slightly startled.
Gong Shiheng raised his hand and tapped the driver's seat, "Xiao Li, get out of the car first."
"OK."
When Xiao Sheng saw this, he felt completely at a loss.
Is this to reject her?
No, she thinks glutinous rice balls are... quite good to her.
The driver got out of the car and they were the only two people left in the car.
Xiao Sheng frowned, looked at Gong Shiheng, and suddenly stretched out his hand to take back the petal.
Gong Shiheng subconsciously clenched his hand and put the petals away without giving her a chance to take them away.
Their eyes faced each other in deathly silence.
Gong Shiheng made some noise first. He took a deep breath, suddenly turned around, opened the car door, and leaned over to get out of the car.
The evening breeze was blowing gently, and when he got out of the car, his hair was blown a little messy. Xiao Sheng was sitting in the car, with the dim light overhead, and his back seemed a little unreal.
He made a fist and held her petals.
What does it mean?
outside the car
Gong Shiheng turned his back to Xiao Sheng, facing the busy traffic at night, his ears constantly buzzing.
"Hey, glutinous rice balls, if you don't like it, just forget it." The girl hummed softly.
There were many sounds around, but her voice penetrated everything and reached his ears very clearly.
Gong Shiheng's heart beat violently, which was pathologically responsible for his shortness of breath and dizziness.
He turned slightly sideways, held the car door with his other hand, and met the girl's eyes. She looked at him steadily, frowning as if she was a little angry, but her eyes flashed, revealing her somewhat nervous nature.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said hoarsely: "Where did the flowers come from?"
Xiao Sheng was stunned for a moment, "Just... I picked it up."
After the concert, there was a shower of roses, and she grabbed the one above her head.
Gong Shiheng calmed down, closed his eyes, and looked up at her again, his eyes were already clear.
Xiao Sheng clicked his tongue, stepped out of the car, and reached out to touch his forehead, "Tang Yuan, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"……fine."
Xiao Sheng was half in the car, with only her head and arms sticking out. She wanted to reach Gong Shiheng. Suddenly, her calf twitched, her pupils trembled, and she fell out.
Gong Shiheng subconsciously reached out to help him, but she moved faster, her hands dancing rapidly in the air, and she was stunned to balance her body.
"Don't worry, it's a small problem." She snapped her fingers at Gong Shiheng, hissed, and retreated into the car, pressing her calf.
Gong Shiheng stood outside the car, calmed down again, his dark eyes taking in all her movements. At the same time, his mind was spinning rapidly, analyzing the most suitable choice for the moment.
The best thing to do is to explain it clearly, but he doesn't seem to think too much about it.
With this in mind, he sat back in the car first.
Xiao Sheng saw him sitting in and immediately looked up at him.
His eyes were filled with questions.
Gong Shiheng understood. He put the petals into his pocket, paused and said, "...I'll take it, thank you very much."
Xiao Sheng stopped.
Gong Shiheng saw that she was still looking at him, "Huh?"