Especially when he was cold and clearly hinted that he did not want to bring up the past, or even regain the friendship between schoolmates.
The woman sitting opposite him, suppressing the expectations in her heart but not even daring to look at him, could only pay attention to the part below his collar while looking left and right.
This man who never cares about the temperature always wears one less piece of clothing than others.
It was early spring weather, but she was only wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt; her neat and flat chest gave her an illusion, as if she could see his heart beating powerfully.
Quick and powerful, just like that last night many years ago, he held her hand tightly, came to his chest, beat it on his heart, and asked her in a low voice, "Here, look
Not enough? Do you want me to take it out and show it to you..."
In the panic and sourness, he bit his tongue. Qin Xiaoman felt embarrassed and bit his lips tightly, wishing he could bury his head on the plate.
Yan Zisong suddenly stood up, paused for about a second, looked at the four people's surprised eyes and said, "Please use it slowly" and walked out of the restaurant.
With his back to everyone, Yingting's eyebrows were almost knitted together. Four years later, he didn't know that the pale pink lips that she had habitually used to torture him would still be fatal to him.
Influence!
The clock pointed to a quarter past eleven at night. Qin Xiaoman stood up from the desk covered with documents and stretched out his slightly sore arms.
A closed space is more likely to cause a feeling of sleepiness. Looking at most of the information that she has not yet turned over, she is a little anxious; maybe she should go to the hotel terrace to sober up before coming back to continue studying.
If this conscientious translator has always relied on her serious attitude towards work to gain a firm foothold among many translators with overseas return backgrounds, then this time the requirements she set for herself are not just as simple as not making mistakes;
But you must do your best!
As of now, there's not much she can do for him; nothing more.
The moment he stepped out of the room, Qin Xiaoman saw Yan Zisong not far away in the corridor; in the dim night, he felt a little different from the cold and heart-warming man in the bright restaurant.
"Where are you going?" Can a question without a title be understood as intimacy?
"I...I'm going to go out on the terrace to enjoy some fresh air." Facing the man so close at hand, all Qin Xiaoman felt at the moment was unreasonable panic.
In the quiet corridor, she was afraid that he could hear her rapid heartbeat.
After changing into casual clothes, she specially added a coat; the early spring night was still a little cold, and Yan Zisong couldn't help but recall her hands that were always cold in such a season. He had put them on countless times.
A pair of warm hands placed in his palm.
A pair of white hands, embarrassed by two unclear glances that seemed both cold and hot, unnaturally hid themselves in the pockets of the coat;
Yan Zisong almost immediately blurted out a soft whisper like "Are you okay?", and was stuffed back into his stomach.
"You have no problem with those materials?" Actually, what you want to say is that you don't need to work too hard, right?
The four people who came this time are all graduate students or MBA students in the United States. Even if they are not proficient in their native language, they are more than enough to handle such negotiations, right? Why do you want to tell her this?