Chang Shang rested her head on his shoulder, stretched out her other hand in the air, tilted her head slightly, and tapped her feet with a hint of naughtiness.
The temperature was a bit low, and her red face turned cold within a few moments.
His body was trembling slightly.
Chang Mian took her hand and walked into a small bar on the side of the street.
Behind them, the secret guards Leng Heng, Leng Wu, and Chang Shang saw them entering the bar, followed them, and sat down not far from them.
It was warm in the hotel, so Chang Shang took a seat by the window and ordered a cup of steaming milk tea.
From where you sit, you can see the snowflakes dancing under the street lights outside.
Chang Mian ordered a small portion of Dungeness crab and a bottle of beer.
Chang Shang got tired of lying on the window and turned her head, watching Chang Mian peeling the crab with great enthusiasm, waiting for him to pick out the meat inside. When the sauce was about to be put into his mouth, he immediately used some shy and coy tone,
Swallowing his saliva, he said to him: "I want to eat too..."
Chang Mian raised his eyebrows and put the meat that he had painstakingly peeled into her mouth. He fed it to her himself like he was serving a princess, without any temper at all.
In fact, he himself knows that he, Chang Mian, is the most temperamental and the slowest to warm up, and he never likes to take the initiative to like someone.
In the past, knowing that he was irresistibly addicted to her, he always tried every means to save himself, unwilling to hand over his heart, and disdainful to hand it over;
Even after traveling back from another world, after the design, he just watched her jealously and watched her trying to seduce him. He was still unwilling to give up his heart. He just wanted to feel that she was resisting in the same pain as him.
I was unable to struggle, and felt very happy that I had gotten the pleasure of revenge.
He was always weighing, always weighing.
In his world, he had to devote himself wholeheartedly and love life and death before he would be willing to open his heart. This was what he originally thought.
But now, the closed heart seemed a little less solid. He suddenly wanted to open the door, walk out on his own initiative, or let her take the initiative to live in. It seemed that he was not repelled by either...
Chang Mian curled his lips.
He was still so slow to warm up. He didn't feel grateful for Chang Shang's love for her just because he knew she had saved him ten years ago. He was just willing to open his heart from now on.
He made the distinction very clearly: it is one thing to pamper her, love her and take care of her; it is another thing to like her and love her.
He had always played the role of doting on her, loving her and taking care of her, but from now on, he thought, he was willing to play another role.