When Yan Zisong saw the beautiful girl in a white gauze dress from a distance, she looked like this.
He held the shoulder bag tightly in front of his body with both hands, twisting the straps on it, with a helpless expression on his face.
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Zisong took a few steps quickly, held Qin Xiaoman's shoulders and asked with his head down.
"Yan Zisong..." The person Xu had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared. At this time, her two deer-like eyes seemed to have found a life-saving straw in an instant, and even her words brought out a rare shyness.
This stunned sound numbed Yan Zisong's whole body, and he moved closer to him more and more reluctantly, "What's wrong, baby?"
"I..." Qin Xiaoman bit her lip, hesitating about how to speak. She felt a stomachache just before getting off the plane. The cabin bathroom was closed half an hour early, so she couldn't go there.
As a result, she realized something was wrong as soon as she got off the plane. She had to walk with her legs crossed, and finally reached the door, but she couldn't move any further. The summer dress was already thin and cold, so she wore it without thinking.
White...but how on earth should I tell him this!
God, Qin Xiaoman, you are so hopelessly confused!
"Yan Zisong...I...that..." Qin Xiaoman sighed, but she couldn't speak. The straps of her backpack had been twisted into incredible shapes.
"Shall we get in the car?" Yan Zisong took her hand and said softly.
Unexpectedly, the girl with a sad face didn't move at all, staring at the man who didn't understand the charm of the man in a strange and pitiful way.
"I can't leave..." She suppressed her blush and said something indifferent, and then lowered her blushing face, "I...that...is here."
Yan Zisong was stunned for a second, and then his mood surged when he saw the embarrassed girl in front of him.
Her head was lowered, and the expression on her face could not be seen, but her shyness slowly crawled all the way down her white neck, almost spreading to her collar.
Her youthfulness is like a trace of intoxicating mist that gently plucks his heartstrings, making people addicted and unable to extricate themselves; her gentleness and obedience are like a touch of colorless and tasteless poison that quietly penetrates his soul, making people obsessed with it.
Can't give up.
Yan Zisong looked at the blushing crook of his neck and felt filled with joy. He had nowhere to vent his tenderness. He lowered his voice and said only half a sentence, "I'm really attracted to you...",
Then he grabbed Qin Xiaoman, held him across his chest, and walked quickly towards the parking lot.