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."
Lin Yun'er raised her hand slightly, and the scarf fluttered in the wind. Jing Hao slowly reached out to pick it up.
The square scarf is of moderate length and is in a very light sky blue color. The light and fine grid lines show elegance. It feels very silky and soft when it slides on the fingertips.
Jing Hao rubbed it with his fingertips, paused for a moment, and said truthfully: "What brand is this? I have never washed this kind of item. If it gets damaged..."
"There are cleaning tutorials on the Internet, or you can ask female friends."
When she said this, both her tone and her eyes were extremely gentle.
Jing Hao fell into her trap without any warning.
His underlying meaning is very simple. If he thinks about normal people, he will definitely not let him pay a loss.
They would all choose to answer with words such as "It doesn't matter", "It doesn't matter", "You can use it first".
And he could return the scarf to her naturally.
The final excuse for rejection was "I don't want it anymore, it will be very troublesome if it gets damaged."
But she...
If it is not considered decisive, it directly cuts off all Jing Hao's escape routes.
Just say "There are tutorials online" and leave it to him to figure it out.
They even gave him multiple-choice questions to ask his female friends.
Jing Hao suddenly felt that this was a question that he had cheated on when faced with choices for more than 20 years, but could not copy it.
He was stunned for a moment, then raised his lips in front of him: "Okay."
At this time, the scarf lay quietly on his hand, and it was meaningless to say anything else.
...
The dishes were served quickly, and Lin Yoona, for most of the process, just ate the vegetable salad she specially ordered.
Maybe because he had to take pictures later, he didn't eat the food ordered for Jing Hao.
It was clearly agreed before that she would be invited to dinner, but now all the dishes on the table were changed to Jing Hao's own taste.
This made Jing Hao want to kill him a little bit.
There were too many things that happened today. Jing Hao just felt that he was a little overloaded...
Things kept changing, and in the end, I spent my own money and had my own food.
..
After the meal, the sky had darkened, and in the autumn of Athens, the night wind was slightly cool.
They didn't chat too much. After paying the bill on the first floor, they left the Chinese restaurant together.
The car stopped at the entrance of the shopping mall not far away, a street away.
On the way walking there, the street lights were dim and large shadows were cast by the leaves of the sycamore tree, which fell on the two of them.
Maybe it's a side-by-side position.
Or maybe it’s because of their overly eye-catching looks.
Along the way, passers-by gave me envious looks from time to time.
Although they kept their distance, they also developed a vague feeling of love for no reason.
..
At night, I have to lose, and the sky and the streets with flashing neon lights are divided into critical lines.
In front of an ordinary restaurant opposite, the little girl was leaning against a thick sycamore tree, holding a mobile phone to her ear and holding a half-lit cigarette between her knuckles.
"How's it going? Did you see that Jing Hao when you went over there this time?"
A calm man's voice came from the other side of the phone.
The little girl took a puff of cigarette, her red lips highlighted the smoke, which swirled and dispersed.
"Yes, I did, and I also met Lin Yuner by the way."
"oh?"
"Tell me about the situation."
The little girl flicked the cigarette ashes with her fingertips and sneered: "Lin Yuner still looks the same when she sees me now, and that Jing Hao doesn't have any feelings for me."
The man on the other side of the phone said "Hmm", and then ordered into the phone: "If you can, try to lean towards that Jing Hao. He is now with Gu Minyan, and he is half LG.
If you can pry him away, it will be a relatively big blow to Gu Minyan."
The little girl raised her lips and smiled: "I know, boss. But to be honest, it's a bit difficult."
"But, I like it."
"What bothers me the most is Lin Yoona's aloof demeanor. If I can really let Jing Hao be pried away, it would be fun to think about it."
The little girl folded her hands on her chest and leaned against the tree trunk. The ravine under the low ridge had obvious ups and downs.
Her Mickey eyes moved randomly, and suddenly stopped on the pair of striking figures on the other side of the road.
The girl wears an off-white slim-fitting long skirt. Her figure looks very tall and slender. The hem of the skirt rises slightly with her steps, and her graceful temperament is clearly visible.
The boy walking side by side with her on the outside of the road had his eyes half lowered. He was wearing a light-colored shirt and dark black trousers, with one hand in his pocket and a handsome figure.
The streets far away from the city center are not wide and there are not many vehicles on the road.
Through the street lights on both sides, their faces can be clearly seen.
The little girl paused for a moment, and her facial features, which were heavily made up, gradually became distorted with the smile on her lips.
The gloomy look in her eyes was very frightening. She squinted her eyes and suddenly laughed out loud.
He moved his lips and spoke in a different tone: "If you want to blame, blame your mother."
As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl raised her phone again and turned on the camera function.
When the friend who followed her instrument came out of the store after paying.
The little girl just finished editing the content and turned off her phone.
"Where will we go soon?"
The girl next to me didn't seem satisfied with this dinner.
The little girl stuffed her cell phone into her bag, took out her foundation and lipstick and touched up her makeup.
She raised her eyes and sneered: "Hey, are you so impatient?"
The girl came closer and bumped her with her arm: "Aren't I afraid that you will feel uncomfortable? Aren't you lonely when you come to such a cold place?"
Intentionally or unintentionally, the little girl put her arms around her shoulders and was in a good mood.
"What's the point of being a man? I'm tired of playing tricks. Today I'll take you to see something new."
...
The evening breeze felt very comfortable on my face, and I was speechless all the way, but I didn't feel embarrassed at all.
The two came to the parking space in the square.
Jing Hao drove Lin Yuner home. This was the second time he had seen her off since coming to Athens.
The car slowly stopped downstairs.
After dinner, Jing Hao breathed a sigh of relief silently in his heart.
The closed carriage has soft overhead lighting.
Lin Yoona opened the seat belt on her side, then opened the door and got out of the car.
Jing Hao hesitated for a moment and got out of the car when she closed the door.
"Yooner, I'll give the square towel to you after I wash it."
Lin Yuner stood at the car door, looking at him with soft eyes.
The strong wrists exposed by rolling up her sleeves were loosely wrapped around her scarf, and then tied into a cross knot.
The hanging corners were close to his slender fingers and palms, and the color unexpectedly matched Jing Hao's outfit today.
The tree shade blocked the moonlight, and the number sign stood in the dim light and shadow. Scattered light spots fell on his fluffy hair and body.
He is like a gentle young man who has traveled across the stars.
Lin Yun'er's dark pupils were sparkling and bright, with an undercurrent stirring at the bottom of her eyes.
The gaze fixed on him was like a point of light, covering the bottom of his eyes little by little. The only distance between the two of them was an outstretched arm and a hug.
As if her breath was being robbed, Lin Yoona took a step forward.
I really want to just hug him directly.
As the script fell, I swallowed the urge.
"Okay." Lin Yuner kept fighting, her voice soft.
...
The two stood silently in each other's sight, with scattered glimmers of light falling from Jing Hao's head.
And Lin Yoona was standing against the light, her whole person falling into shadow.
When the surroundings are quiet, people will inevitably have random thoughts.
Jing Hao was caught off guard and bumped into her familiar eyes.
The nerves everywhere were provoked for no reason, moved by the breeze, and spread together.
Her face is peaceful and her skin is as white as the moon at night.
But the figure was thin, standing in an area with no light, and the aura around him was cold and chilly.
Such beauty and temperament can make a man unable to bear it and make him want to do something wrong without being able to disguise it.
Jing Hao couldn't help but pinch the tips of his fingers. The edge of the silky handkerchief rubbed against his palm, which was very itchy.
Jinghao suppressed his heartbeat and smiled: "Everything is fine."
"Okay, then please pay attention to safety on the road."
Lin Yun'er's eyebrows filled with a smile. After speaking politely, she took a few steps back and stood still.
Jing Hao returned to the driver's seat without stopping, and drove away. In the mirror, the girl's figure moved further and further away with the speed of the car.
Lin Yoona waited until his car disappeared from sight, and Cai slowly walked towards the community behind her.
...
Jing Hao did not go back to the hotel directly, but went to Song Joong Ki's place with all his worries on his mind.
When they arrived at his place, Song Joong Ki was reading the script. When he opened the door and saw Jing Hao standing outside, he was extremely surprised.
"Didn't you go on a date with Lin Yuner? Why did you come to me?"
Jing Hao remained silent and said nothing. He went into the house and put on his slippers. He walked inside and picked up the water glass Song Joong Ki placed on the table. He took a sip before speaking.
"Finished."
Song Joong Ki followed behind him and patted him on the shoulder with an ambiguous tone.
"So early? It's not even eight o'clock, and the nightlife of urbanites has not even started yet, and you guys are over? Are there any other activities?"
Jing Hao held the water glass and asked him doubtfully: "We agreed that we would just eat, should there be something else?"
Song Joong-ki suddenly felt a little suspicious, whether he was too promiscuous in the past, or whether the other party was inexperienced.
Can you handle this?
Song Joong Ki raised his hands and applauded, saying, "This is it!"
The applause was very rhythmic. Jing Hao gave him a stupid look, turned around, walked to the sofa and sat down.
"You go ahead and do your work, I'll leave after a while."
Song Joong Ki lowered his arms and shook his head helplessly.
I don't know if Jing Hao understands it, but it does make things difficult for him.
Song Joong Ki was unable to turn around because of the straight man Jing Hao. He grabbed his hair with both hands angrily and took a deep breath.
"To be honest, if I were your father, you wouldn't be able to live this long."
After closing his eyes and remaining silent for a few seconds, Jing Hao opened his eyes and squinted at him: "Why are you swearing?"
Song Joong Ki looked up to the sky and sighed, weakly waving his hands: "What I'm talking about is not really your father."
After saying that, he reacted: "What I mean is, I...forget it, I don't know what to say anymore."
If you want to explain it, it suddenly lost its elasticity and got stuck in your throat and couldn't come out.
Song Joong Ki simply gave up and sat across from him: "Speechless, okay."
Seeing the script on the table still open, Jing Hao put it down and wanted to tell him something.
After drinking the water in the cup, he stood up and said with a smile: "Okay, you go to work first, I'll go back first."
After walking a few steps, Song Joong-ki, who was sitting across from him, suddenly caught something in his sight.
Her eyes lit up and she fixed on his wrist: "Wait a moment!"
Jing Hao paused and turned around: "You are sick, you scared me."
Song Joong Ki quickly got up and ran over.
He bent down and looked at it carefully, then raised his head and looked at him strangely: "What kind of outfit is this?"
Jing Hao was stunned and subconsciously moved his arms back.
The square towel has a soft texture, and after wrapping it around your wrist and getting warm, you almost forget it exists.
Jinghao was shocked by Song Joongki's direct gaze, and he felt like he was a thief.
He quickly walked to the door, trying to avoid his questioning.
When changing shoes at the entrance, Song Joong Ki caught up with him: "Yoona's?"
"Did you pull off someone else's silk scarf?"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you beast! Brother! I, you..., you are better at playing tricks!"
Jing Hao was confused by his exaggerated thoughts.
After going through everything this whole day, Jing Hao is now a little confused.
Jing Hao put on his shoes, untied the scarf, hung it on the other side, and held it in his hand little by little.
He suppressed the inexplicable guilt and explained: "I was accidentally scalded by boiling water at night, and there was no gauze bandage, and then...that's what happened."
"That's it?"
Song Joong Ki had the urge to beat himself to death. He was even more excited than Jing Hao at the moment.
"Do you know how many men are like hungry wolves pouncing on food, dreaming of taking her down? You..."
He looked like an old father looking down on his son, and he couldn't calm down his mood at all.
"You don't even take the initiative to attack?"
Under his crazy reasoning, Jing Hao's heart beat wildly without warning. He felt so guilty that he returned to the sofa and sat down.
The handkerchief in the palm of my hand was crumpled into a ball unconsciously.
If you think about it carefully, the sparks created by their two strange souls looking at each other and the collision of love are the excitement of a strong drink burning the heart.
The subsequent companionship accumulated every bit of each other's lives, the warmth and mutual dependence.
It is not the impulse of love encountered at the corner, nor is it a night of joy for lonely souls in the city.
But when they get close to each other, they cautiously explore and share with each other the little things in their lives.
Jing Hao likes the feeling of going both ways, not having to make a commitment, but still having something to look forward to.