"Then why didn't you say that women who eat spicy food have good skin?" Cen Zhiqiao retorted unconvinced. In order to verify his words, he even moved closer to him: "If you don't believe me, just take a look."
She almost jumped into his arms, she was so close. Cen Zhiqiao still raised her head, and when Gu Nianchen lowered his eyes, he could see her snow-white back neck, soft skin, velvety hair, and a light fragrance on her body.
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Gu Nianchen suddenly took a step back and retreated.
What is he doing? Looking at this face, he is distracted. The hand of Cen Zhiqiao that he touched just now is slightly cold and smooth. The cool feeling remains in the palm of his hand, which makes him feel uncomfortable for no reason.
There was a slight sway, and there was an illusion of familiarity.
"What's wrong?" After not listening to him for a long time, Cen Zhiqiao opened his eyes and looked at him strangely, "What are you thinking about? Why is it so weird?"
There was something wrong with his expression, a bit startled, and a bit hesitant.
"Nothing, let's see what you want to eat." He pushed the menu in front of her and seemed a little reluctant.
Cen Zhiqiao pursed his lips and sneered. It was obvious that something was wrong, and he was pretending to be a big-tailed wolf.
I lowered my head and ordered a few dishes. In fact, there are only a few things I like to eat. I can order them with my eyes closed. I picked the spiciest ones and finally handed them to the boss lady: "Is there any banana milk ice cream?"
The landlady was startled: "Isn't it lemon juice?"
Now it was Cen Zhiqiao's turn to be surprised, "What lemon juice? I never drink that kind of thing."
The landlady was stunned, and Gu Nianchen was also stunned. He had just picked up a cup of tea in his hand, but almost instantly he lost his grip. The hot water flowed down the edge of the table, making him stand up immediately.
"What's wrong with you?" Cen Zhiqiao hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to him.
Gu Nianchen didn't reach out, he just glanced at her and turned around to go to the bathroom, leaving Cen Zhiqiao stunned on the spot, his hands still stiff, and he couldn't figure out the situation for a moment.
What's up with him?
The landlady took a careful look at her and seemed to notice her mistake. She didn't dare to say anything. She took the menu and quickly ordered the dishes.
It took a long time before Gu Nianchen came out. There were large stains of water on his pants, which were a bit hideous and ugly. Cen Zhiqiao's brows furrowed even more tightly: "Are you burned? Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?"
I always felt that he was strange, and so did the proprietress, who was so secretive that she seemed to be hiding some secret.
This feeling made her unhappy. She always felt enveloped by a sense of insecurity. She pursed her lips and looked at him with her eyes slightly curved like crescent moons. Her long eyelashes blocked most of her sharpness.