“Jiang Qin, I want to eat crayfish.”
“Why do you like to eat these colorful things?”
Feng Nanshu Qiong’s nose wrinkled slightly, then she smoothed the hem of her skirt and sat upright, her eyes as cold as water and empty.
All the boys along the road couldn’t help being attracted to her, but they didn’t dare to look directly at her because of her cold state.
Black itself looks solemn, and the red as an embellishment is like a glimpse of coquettishness. Coupled with the expressionless and exquisite facial features, the sense of oppression directly hits the face.
Her current state is very similar to that in high school. She is careless, speechless and expressionless. It is really no problem at all for someone to mistake her for a cold goddess.
While Jiang Qin was ordering food, Hong Yan had also arrived at South Street from East Campus.
Today she wore a plaid skirt and a pair of white shoes. She looked very student-like and had a youthful and sweet feeling all over her body.
“Jiang Qin, I’m already here.”
“I’m here too, at table 7 of Shiweitian.”
“Okay, I’ll go there first.”
After putting away the phone, Hong Yan took a breath, looked at the brightly lit outdoor dining table in the distance, calmed down, and started walking again.
Ever since the big fuss on South Street that day, Hong Yan knew that she was tactfully rejected by Jiang Qin. Since then, they have not contacted each other again, and even saying good night to each other only stopped a week ago.
So when Jiang Qin sent a message yesterday asking her if she wanted to go out for dinner, Hong Yan was really surprised.
She didn’t know if Jiang Qin sent the message to the wrong person, but she couldn’t help but accept the invitation.
But when Hong Yan walked to the door of Shiweitian, her little heart couldn’t help but tremble.
There is no other reason, just because there is a very beautiful girl sitting in front of table No. 7. She is serious in speech, has deep eyes, expressionless face, dignified sitting posture, and full of aura.
Even the dirty stalls in the open air and the frolicking around them couldn’t make her feel tacky at all.
Hong Yan had always been very confident in her appearance, but she still felt endless pressure in front of this girl. She felt that no matter the eyes, dress or expression of the girl, she was so cold that no strangers were allowed to enter. There is a feeling that it can be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with.
Hong Yan took another look at the number on the table and found that he had not found the wrong number, so he walked over nervously and sat down under Feng Nanshu’s gaze.
“Hello, my name is Hong Yan.”
“Feng Nanshu, Jiang Qin’s best friend, the kind that will last a lifetime.”
Hong Yan was slightly suffocated, and even her pink lips couldn’t help but press together.
This girl’s aura is so strong, especially her clear and cold voice and resonant tone, which is really oppressive.