In the morning, the sun is very strong.
Song Yi changed into black wide-leg trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, with one corner of the shirt tucked into the trousers.
Hair is loose.
Makeup is on to cover some of the scars, and some of the hair.
It's casual yet stylish.
She and Tang Si came out of the apartment.
Tang Si put his hands in his trouser pockets, and Song Yi held his elbow.
A woman's pace is slow, and a man's pace also matches her slow pace.
He was held by her in his left hand, and her small bag was in his right hand.
Walking lazily, with a smile on the corner of his lips, he is lazy and wild, and has all the flair.
A seductive and sweet couple.
Especially men are mature and attractive, with a monstrous appearance and wild desires, and they don't seem to be easy to tame.
He was so careless as to help her carry the bag.
The woman beside him raised her head and looked at him with a smile: "Do you still want me if you get fat from drinking milk tea? Or will you stop letting me drink it if you get fat?"
Under the sun, the woman's side face is very soft and bright, with boundless softness.
Like a gentle lady, but also like a lady of every family, and more of that boundless wild beauty and laziness.
The feeling between the eyebrows and eyes is clear and charming.
Such two people are a match, a perfect match, no matter in temperament or appearance.
Hearing this, Tang Si glanced at her sideways, with a deep smile in his eyes, and a drawling voice: "Drink, what do you want to drink? I haven't given you one before?"
This tone is too bad, too indecent.
"Tang Si!"
Song Yi stopped, let go of his hand, and stamped her feet to call him.
The coquettish tone is the meaning of being coquettish.
"Hey." Tang Si tilted his head and looked at her with a smile: "The boyfriend is here."
Song Yi just stared at him with a pair of fox eyes, she put on makeup, and the end of her eyes flushed a little, making her look very charming.
"You are not allowed to do this outside, restrain me."
Don't allow him to be unruly, and don't make fun of her at every turn.
"It's right inside?" Tang Si: "Where is it?"
Song Yi curled his mouth, and the tears in his eyes came as soon as he said: "You bully me."
Tang Si pondered: "Okay, take it back."
"I can't stand it."
I can't stand her acting like a baby.
As soon as she acted like a baby, he softened his heart and felt that he could give her anything.
The soul is going to be hooked.
Song Yi watched him compromise.
The corner of the lips hooked, I can't cure you anymore? An old rascal!
Song Yi wanted to drink milk tea, so Tang Si accompanied him.
When they walked into the milk tea shop, the two attracted a lot of attention.
These two people walking on the street alone can cause a lot of turning heads, and walking together, the turning back rate is even higher.
"Shall I buy it for you?"
"Well, I want the kumquat lemon flavor."
"Aren't you drinking milk tea?" Doesn't it taste sour
Isn't milk tea sweet
"Then you have to buy it at a milk tea shop." Song Yi: "I like to drink this, I think it's cold and sour, very appetizing."
"Sit down and wait for me."
After he finished speaking, he went to line up.
Many women looked at Tang Si, wanting to hook up.
The man stood there, stern and smiling, with his hands in his pockets.
Standing straight, upright, a bit cold, keeping people out of his barrier.
It makes people yearn but dare not pull it out, so they can only watch it secretly.
Song Yi looked at him with her chin propped up, and the corners of her lips curled up inexplicably.
This kind of him, just like when they first met, seemed to have not changed at all, but became outrageous.
It's just that Song Yi is more courageous than anyone else. She dared to hook up with Tang Si.
Thanks to her boldness.
Not long after, he came over with kumquat and lemon tea in his hand, and carefully helped her insert the straw.
Song Yi reached out to pick it up.
Tang Si avoided her, but she stared.
He smiled and said, "I have a wound on my hand, this is too cold, I'll hold it for you, you drink it."
Then he brought the tea to her mouth: "Drink it, little ancestor."
Only then did Song Yi drink it with satisfaction, took a sip, and spit it out instantly.
Tang Si frowned, put down the tea in his hand: "What's wrong?"
Song Yi pointed to her mouth: "It hurts."