"You don't understand," Tong Su said leisurely, not caring, lying on the sofa reading a book with a smile, "There is a saying called 'play hard to get'. If I insist on meeting him every day and force him hard, On the contrary, he will become more unfamiliar. What I want is this degree."
[But just chatting online, how can you make him like you better?]
Tong Su smiled slightly: "So, it's time for me to ask him out."
She had already upgraded the daily text chat between the two of them every night to a video call. When they had the usual video call that night, she spoke casually.
"Brother, I just read a psychology book, and it mentioned an interesting piece of knowledge—well, let me ask you first, do you prefer to watch videos or text?"
Qin Shou was looking down at the documents: "It depends on the situation, whether it is leisure and entertainment or studying materials. What's wrong?"
"The book says that men like to watch videos, which provide intuitive visual stimulation, while women like to read text, which is more likely to resonate."
He raised his head and looked at the screen: "Then what do you like?"
The girl tilted her head and smiled: "Me? I prefer watching videos because you can see handsome guys' pretty faces in videos."
Qin Shou felt suddenly unhappy for some reason, and his tone was hard: "Face? Then look at Xi Ming."
"Third brother is very handsome, but... I prefer someone like you!"
Boom—
It seemed like my heart was beating heavily.
Qin Shou felt that his heart was beating violently!
He was almost thankful that she couldn't hear his breathing getting heavier through the Internet. He looked directly at the pretty face of the girl in the video, as pink as the sunset, and met her clear and direct gaze, motionless. I couldn't speak, but my heart was like a burning fire, leaping and burning.
The heat was intense, burning all the way from the heart to the cheeks, and even the auricles began to feel hot.
He coughed softly, his heartbeat was pounding, and he tried to keep a calm expression on his face. He scolded her softly: "Slick-tongued. From a little girl's family, be more reserved in your actions and speech."
She smiled and said, "How about you come out to have dinner with me tomorrow and I'll be more reserved?"
He should refuse.
Qin Shou knew clearly intellectually, but somehow, what he heard himself say were four words: "Okay, where are you?"
"I'll take you to the city center square at 10:30 tomorrow." She smiled, obediently and softly, "Then it's agreed, I'll go and do some work first. I'll see you tomorrow."
After hanging up the video, Qin Shou couldn't calm down for a long time.
She was like a small beast that suddenly broke into his territory, and like a pebble thrown into a calm lake of his heart, causing ripples to reverberate around him. But every time he was just touched, she would always end the topic abruptly, leaving him with nothing to ponder. It's long, secretly looking forward to joy.
The set time was half past ten, and it took an hour and a half to drive from the military zone to the city center. He had indeed gotten ready early in the morning, and despite the shocked and disbelieving looks of the guards, he began to choose clothes without understanding.
"... Chief, this suit is really handsome!"
Qin Shou frowned: "What suit are you wearing? It's too formal. Let's change to another one."
The guard looked for clothes again with a grimace: "What about this windbreaker and shirt?"
"This is what I wore last time I went back. I've already worn it."
"What about this one?"
"Too fancy."
"Chief, what do you think of this?"
"The color is too ugly."
"Then this..."
Qin Shou was even more dissatisfied: "It's not as good as the first set."
What vision.
If he really wore what the guard chose for him, it would be too rough and too simple, how could he have the nerve to show it to her...
The guard was literally crying.