When she was completely seated and fastened her seat belt, Jing Hao quietly closed the car door, turned around, returned to the driver's seat, and drove away.
If it were Song Joong Ki, or anyone else, Jing Hao would be able to find a restaurant or night market to eat without any scruples.
But the person next to me is Lin Yoona.
You can't be too casual and find a noisy place.
Finally, Jing Hao suggested going to a Chinese restaurant.
It was time to get off work at this time, but the whole journey was smooth.
The sun's rays, refracted through the glass in front of the car, pierced Lin Yoona's clean black pupils under the lenses.
She held out her hand to block it for a moment, then tilted her body towards the driver's seat to avoid the oncoming light.
At this time, Jing Hao noticed Lin Yuner's movements and turned his head to look at her.
Lin Yoona was raising her eyes and sitting upright again. Her eyes, which were not protected by her eyes, still had the remains of swelling after crying last night.
As Jing Hao watched, his fingers on the steering wheel tightened unconsciously at this moment, and a new dark color appeared in his eyes.
Noticing the glances from the people next to her, Lin Yoona's long eyelashes fell down as she lowered her eyes.
My hands were unconscious and I was a little panicked, so I quickly brought my eyes up.
Jing Hao's eyes followed Lin Yun'er's slowly lifting figure and then retracted it.
The faint scent of chamomile still warmed his body.
Jing Hao looked at her sideways, very close to her.
Lin Yuner seemed to have noticed something strange about Jing Hao. The controlled breath all over her body fell slowly and without rhythm, and her hands tightly grasped the seat belt in front of her.
And his eyes, as dark as an inkstone and full of inquiry, were like a net, leaving her no room to escape.
The light in front was still hot, and the light and shadow cut by the setting sun fell on the white cheeks of the people next to me.
Lin Yuner, a quiet author, just squinted her eyes when faced with the light that came from time to time and did not move any more.
After a while, Jing Hao stretched out his hand and opened the sun visor directly above Lin Yoona's seat. He calmly retracted his arm and looked intently at the road ahead.
Intentional actions happen naturally, as if they never happened.
The light in front of my eyes dimmed, and my eyes felt momentarily soothed.
Lin Yoona subconsciously leaned back on her seat, remained silent for a few seconds, and turned to look at him.
At the fingertips, directly in front of the line of sight, there is an exquisite packaging bag.
Jing Hao didn't give her a chance to speak, and stared at her with deep pupils, as if he wanted to look into her heart.
The fingers holding the packaging bag were stretched out in her direction, and his voice was very calm.
"There are still more than ten minutes until the restaurant, take this with you and rest for a while."
The tone was gentle, without a polite subject.
Naturally, there is no transition, giving people a vague illusion.
Lin Yun'er's eyes flashed, and she slowly loosened her hand on the seat belt, pinched a corner, and said politely: "Thank you!"
After opening the packaging bag, Lin Yoona discovered that inside was a steam eye mask with a faint lavender scent.
Just as he was taking off the blindfold, the slender hand next to him stretched out again.
Raising his fingertips slightly, Jing Hao said in a low voice: "Give me the packaging bag."
Just like the relationship between lovers, just like everyday life, an indescribable warmth quietly filled Lin Yoona's heart, entangled layer by layer, airtight.
"...Oh, okay!" Lin Yuner responded to him a little nervously.
A few seconds after putting on the eye mask, the constant temperature gradually disperses from around the eye sockets.
His vision was immersed in darkness, and his thoughts became more and more absorbed.
Although I don't feel it clearly.
However, it seems that she was originally guiding the relationship between the two people.
I don’t know when it started to reverse.
...
The Chinese restaurant they were going to was located in the city of Athens, on a quiet road amidst the hustle and bustle.
It is a new store with two floors, but with its rich menu and good service environment, it is a very popular restaurant among the new Chinese restaurants.
It was also a store recommended to Jing Hao by Song Joong Ki.
This Chinese restaurant is slightly different from many other Chinese restaurants in that it has a Chinese name, and its name is Guiqi.
Both sides of the road are decorated with exotic French plane trees, making the atmosphere of the restaurant more elegant. It is surrounded by transparent glass and the main color of the decoration is pure white, which makes it appear elegant and full of warmth.
Just looking outside is like visiting an art museum.
Jing Hao is very satisfied with this place. It has a modern and fresh pastoral color, without the heavy feeling of luxury.
The two of them were led into the store by the waiter. There were relatively few customers around them at this time, with only a few scattered tables dining.
The waiter took one look at their age and the style of their clothing, and took them directly to the second floor without asking too much.
Lin Yoona followed, leaning against the wall, carefully looking at the unique colors of the shop.
When I passed the corner, my shoulder was suddenly grasped by the person next to me.
A warmth belonging to a man's palm spread to his skin through Lin Yuner's thin clothes.
In an instant, it invaded her whole body.
Lin Yoona couldn't help but trembled, and took two steps back on her heels.
His eyes were wandering in the air, completely unable to react to what happened.
There was only a "Peng" sound, the glass fell to the ground and broke, and was accompanied by the panicked voice of the waiter.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you are not injured, are you?"
I sprinkled a little boiling water on my skin and pressed it against my sleeves. The burning sensation in my wrist turned into labor pain.
Jing Hao looked at the rude waiter in front of him, frowning, and made sure that the person next to him was okay.
He retracted his arm, hung it by his side, and whispered: "Be careful next time."
The waiter walked absentmindedly, nodded his thanks repeatedly, bent down to clean the glass shards on the floor, and then left.
Lin Yuner came to her senses in his cold voice and realized that she had almost been hit by the waiter just now.
She raised her head slightly and looked sideways at the person next to her, whose brows instantly calmed down.
The arm originally placed on her back in a protective posture also fell down.
The color quietly rising on her cheeks was as dazzling as burning clouds. Lin Yoona pursed her lips for a moment.
"Thanks."
Slowly, these two words came out from the depths of my throat.
The building has a semi-indoor and outdoor layout, and the waiters will lead them to the outside terrace.
The white tables and chairs with uniform colors are covered with light green plaid cloth, and are surrounded by green plants, which are decorated with the setting sun and are very lively.
The breeze blew, and the large sycamore leaves tilted over.
There was a sound that healed the soul, and fragments of light passed through the gaps in the leaves. It felt like being in a cafe on the street of a small French town at this time.
Jing Hao walked for a few seconds, then turned back and looked at the girl who was still stunned in place, attracted by the scenery.
Seeing Lin Yuner's thoughts, Jing Hao slowly stepped back and asked her warmly: "Do you want to sit over there?"
Lin Yun'er turned her head and bumped into his sun-drenched pupils. Her heartbeat, which had finally calmed down, started to beat wildly again.
As her cheeks gradually became warmer, Lin Yuner weakly averted her eyes and just moved her lips before she could speak.
The person next to him said with a low smile: "You have been watching for a long time, let's go."
"...Huh?" Lin Yuner was stunned, not knowing how to respond.
He raised his hand and touched it, his hot face followed obediently behind him.
Jing Hao had already moved behind her, pulled the chair to a comfortable distance, and waited for her to sit down before leaving.
For a moment, Lin Yun'er felt that all the pores on her body had opened up, and the sound of the leaves in her ears disappeared. Only the breath of him when he came close was left, bit by bit, wrapping around her erection.
of hair.
There was a faint and refreshing fragrance around the tip of her nose. Lin Yoona couldn't tell if there was something wrong with her sense of smell.
His usually calm personality became inexplicably panicked.
Lin Yuner could only take a deep breath, hiding the inexplicable heart palpitations, and suppressed her abnormality bit by bit.
Jing Hao sat down opposite her, looking at the blush that gradually dissipated on the delicate skin of Lin Yuner's cheeks, his eyes stayed for a second.
Taking the initiative to push the menu over: "Let's see what you like to eat?"
Lin Yuner nodded, took the menu he handed over, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the burn on Jing Hao's wrist. The skin was red, with faint, transparent blisters on it.
Lin Yoona's eyes immediately focused, her fingers gripped the menu page tightly, she raised her eyes to look at Jing Hao, and said in a semi-cold tone of voice: "You are injured!"
Jing Hao took a look and found that this kind of minor injury was nothing to him.
Jing Hao chuckled and said, "It's okay, let's order food first."
Lin Yun'er's eyes lingered briefly on his warm smile.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he blurted out: "Boys' common sense of life is indeed very poor."
Before Jing Hao could say anything, the next second, the girl in front of him was still persistent, got up and walked to the bar on the second floor.
A few minutes later, he came over with a bottle of burn medicine.
She stood next to the seat, her expression restored to her usual calmness, she was silent for a moment, and handed over the ointment in her hand.
Without giving him a chance to refute: "There is no gauze, please apply some first."
Jing Hao paused, did not refuse, and reached out to take it.
Lin Yoona sat across from her and casually ordered a few dishes, enough for two people.
Finally, I reported the name of the dish to Jing Hao and asked him if it was okay.
Jing Hao said hello to her without hesitation, his brows were gentle, his expression was very calm, and he could not tell that he had any deep desire for food.
Lin Yuner lowered her eyes slightly, frowned slightly, and asked tentatively: "Is it possible that what I ordered is not quite right?"
Jinghao paused and forgot that the other party was very sensitive.
When Jing Hao was a child, he preferred Sichuan cuisine with a stronger taste.
What Lin Yun'er just ordered was relatively mild Shandong cuisine, and the taste was relatively mild, but this meal was for her. For her, no matter what he did, it was actually fine.
Jing Hao curled his lips and said with a smile: "As long as it caters to your taste, I can do it."
Lin Yuner stared at him for a moment, then looked away and pursed her lips slightly: "I don't like choices."
Jinghao's thoughts suddenly lost track of his unreasonable words.
The next second, Lin Yoona whispered a few words to the waiter, and then canceled all the dishes she had just ordered.
Later, some spicy dishes were replaced.
Jing Hao was a little confused. He didn't understand it very well. He thought it was because she didn't like it, but it seemed that in his impression, Lin Yoona wasn't very good at eating spicy food.
"Is it not to your liking? Otherwise, you can go to another restaurant."
Lin Yoona just raised her chin slightly and stared at the wound on his wrist: "Let's apply the medicine first."
Relationships are like Tai Chi, Jing Hao was completely out of the situation.
He could only smile and say nothing, lowered his head and dealt with the wound on his wrist.
The leaves of the sycamore tree were relatively close to where the two of them were sitting, extending to Lin Yoona's shoulders. Intentionally or unintentionally, the wind stirred up her hair.
Lin Yuner looked at Jing Hao quietly. When he finished applying the medicine, his slender fingers touched the square scarf under the collar and pulled it out from the decorative knot.
He untied it easily and handed it to the other side.
The scarf is sky blue.
Made of satin, the satin surface is smooth and has no wrinkles.
Jing Hao followed her white fingers and raised his eyes, his eyes merged with hers.
Lin Yoona's voice was gentle and soft: "You can use this."
The ointment's cold touch spread infinitely.
The moment she spoke, the burning pain disappeared without a trace.
Jing Hao felt it, and his thoughts dropped to zero.
Lin Yoona's voice was soft and she reminded lightly: "Watch the wound on your wrist."
She was still in disbelief when she saw him, staring at her for a moment.
Lin Yuner looked at him quietly for two seconds, then raised the ends of her eyes slightly: "Do you want me to help you?"
It was a remark that was meant as a joke, but it was taken in a very serious tone.
Jing Haocheng followed her faint gaze.
He doesn't know how to think with correct concepts.
Rub the soft and smooth body of the ointment bottle with your fingertips.
What she untied was her own personal belongings, and the price was not low.
Just to bandage his wounds...
Does this mean that she has accepted herself again?...
At this moment, Jing Hao felt an indescribable throbbing in his heart.
He slowly put down the ointment in his hand, thought for a long time, and lowered his voice: "It will get dirty."
"It's okay, I don't mind." Lin Yuner was so elegant that nothing else could be heard.
The corners of the square scarf were swaying in the wind, swaying in Jinghao's gaze as he looked back.
Lin Yuner pursed her lips and said with a smile: "If it's dirty, just wash it for me and give it to me. That's it."
Jing Hao's breathing tightened, and after a small struggle, he could only nod his head happily: "...Thank you."