Feng Qi looked at Zhuo Ye, pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Miss Zhuo...what difficulties have you...encountered?"
"Huh?" Zhuo Ye's heart trembled, and he looked up at Feng Qi: "Why do you ask that?"
"Ahem..." Feng Qi smiled at her and said: "I don't think Miss Zhuo is like a woman in the world. She talks well, but she travels alone and dares to stay in a ruined temple at night..." Feng Qi paused and then said
: "I wonder if I can be of any help to the girl?"
"Do you like to help strangers casually?" Zhuo Ye did not answer Feng Qi's question, but asked instead.
Feng Qi smiled: "Miss Zhuo also likes to help strangers..."
Zhuo Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a distant tone: "I went to the city to make a living. I can take care of myself. No need for help. Thank you."
Seeing that she didn't want to say more and couldn't ask any more questions, Feng Qi said softly: "I'm sorry, I was rude..."
Zhuo Ye said calmly: "It doesn't matter..."
The pastry was too dry and made her a little thirsty. She opened the travel cup to drink water, but found that there was not much water from the stream she filled in the mountains yesterday. She sighed, drank two gulps and closed the lid. When she looked up, she found Feng Sanhe
Feng Qi was looking at her, or to be precise, looking at the travel mug in her hand!
Zhuo Ye pretended not to see their gazes, put the cup aside, and silently prayed in his heart: "Don't ask me, never ask me again!"
In fact, they had seen this cup when Zhuo Ye was drinking water in the temple last night, but they were far away and couldn't see it very clearly. Moreover, they didn't bother to take a closer look at it at that time.
Feng San looked at Zhuo Ye deeply and withdrew his gaze.
In fact, Feng Qi was really curious about Zhuo Ye's beautiful and peculiar cup, but seeing the way she deliberately ignored their gazes, she gave up the idea of asking. Thinking of the few questions he had just asked, she was vague.
She used to be perfunctory in the past, but now even if I ask her, she may not be willing to answer.
Seemingly casually glancing at the strangely shaped package beside Zhuo Ye, Feng Qi couldn't help but smile playfully. There were so many weird things about this girl.
Although Zhuo Ye drank the remaining two mouthfuls of water, she didn't feel thirsty, and she couldn't ask them to borrow the water bag. Last night, she saw them drinking water from the water bag mouth-to-mouth. She has mysophobia, and
She is also afraid that others will dislike her.
Zhuo Ye suddenly remembered that there were two snake fruits in his travel bag. He couldn't help but feel happy. He quickly opened the bag and took out one. He wanted to get a fruit knife to peel it, but when he thought about the two ancient people in the car, he saw her.
That multi-function folding knife will inevitably make a fuss again, but forget it, if you eat it, you won’t get sick! Zhuo Ye held the snake fruit and opened her mouth to bite it, but unexpectedly found that the two men in the car were staring at her
——Snake fruit in hand!
Only then did Zhuo Ye remember that this snake fruit was originally produced in the United States. Naturally there would not be such bright and beautiful "apples" in ancient times. The corners of Zhuo Ye's mouth twitched and he wanted to cry without tears. Oh my God! It's not over yet! Why?
I can't even stop eating some fruit...
Being stared at like this, Zhuo Ye held the snake fruit and couldn't bite it any more. He smiled awkwardly at them, opened and closed his mouth twice, but didn't know what to say.
When Feng San saw Zhuo Ye looking at them, he quickly looked away, and the expression on his face instantly changed from surprise to calmness.
Feng Qi also came back to her senses and smiled calmly at Zhuo Ye: "This fruit looks very pleasing..."