Feng Nanshu raised her soft little face, her skin was white and smooth, her delicate eyes were blinking lightly, and her eyelashes were trembling.
“We can also have cups at home, but it’s not necessary. Who else but you would buy milk tea in my name?”
After Jiang Qin finished speaking, he was slightly stunned.
What our family? If I wasn’t paying attention, I was almost led astray!
He turned to observe Feng Nanshu’s reaction, wondering if she did it on purpose.
It’s just that the profile of the little rich woman’s face is really beautiful. Not only is she fair and attractive, but also moist and smooth like a boiled egg that has been peeled off the shell. It makes people unable to take their eyes away. It also makes Jiang Qin forget the original purpose of this glance, and only looks at her. What remains is the appreciation of beauty.
“…”
“Don’t look at me, I’m a little shy now.” Feng Nanshu warned him seriously.
Jiang Qin couldn’t help but hold his breath: “My best friend looks at you, what do you have to be ashamed of?”
“I have no idea.”
“You don’t think anything wrong about me, do you?”
Feng Nanshu pursed her rosy mouth: “I don’t, my mind is empty.”
Jiang Qin was silent for a long time, his brows couldn’t help but frown, and he felt a vague feeling of anxiety in his heart.
She wasn’t shy when I took her to the hot springs during the summer vacation, and she wasn’t shy when I touched her feet. How come she is shy now when I look at her twice?
Jiang Qin didn’t dare to think about it in detail, because thinking about it would easily confuse people’s minds.
So the two of them continued to walk forward, and the atmosphere was slightly silent, which made Jiang Qin feel a little uncomfortable, as if he was worried about something.
He hesitated for a long time, reached out and picked up a beautiful fallen leaf, and waved it in front of Feng Nanshu: “Does it look good? I’ll give it to you as a gift.”
“But I don’t have any hands. Can you hold it for me first?” Feng Nanshu wanted it very much, but neither the cup with the name nor Jiang Qin’s hand wanted to give up.
Jiang Qin was surprised when he heard this: “Where is your hand?”
The little rich woman raised her right hand, holding the cup she just got from the college supermarket. The two cups were now stacked on top of each other, and the rim of the cup was pinched by her slender fingers.
“Isn’t there another one?”
Feng Nanshu:?
Jiang Qin suddenly noticed that he seemed to be holding a delicate and soft hand, which was slightly cool and a little small, so he quietly raised it and took a look, his eyes suddenly froze: “Feng Nanshu, when did you Put your hand into mine?”
“While in the supermarket.”