Jiang Ji approached, pulled out a chair and sat opposite Qin Qingzhuo. He inserted a straw into one of the plastic-sealed beverage cups and handed it to Qin Qingzhuo: "There are a lot of people in the queue. Does your throat still hurt?"
"A little bit," Qin Qingzhuo took it, "What did you buy?"
"Watermelon juice," Jiang Ji said, "I asked the man to add some mint leaves. Try it, it shouldn't be too strong."
Qin Qingzhuo took a few sips from the straw. The watermelon juice with a little mint leaves tasted refreshing, which was his favorite taste that was not overly sweet.
"It tastes good." He looked at the cup in Jiang Ji's hand and asked, "Is your cup the same?"
"This cup doesn't have mint leaves. If you think the mint taste is too strong, you can drink this one," Jiang Ji said as he inserted a straw, "but the one with mint should be more comfortable for your throat."
Was he worried that it would be too strong, so he bought a cup without mint as a backup? The sweetness of the watermelon juice spread to his chest, and Qin Qingzhuo smiled at Jiang Ji: "It's not strong, my throat is much better."
"That's fine, let's eat," Jiang Ji reached out and moved the food on the table, putting the spicy ones in front of himself and the non-spicy ones in front of Qin Qingzhuo, "You can't eat spicy food, but you bought several kinds of spicy food."
"It looks quite tempting," Qin Qingzhuo said, "I want to try it."
I was hungry just now, but now I have no appetite because of the posts and hot searches.
He picked up the food with chopsticks and ate a little bit of each. When he felt that the food was not tasty, he put down his chopsticks and drank watermelon juice while looking at Jiang Ji who was eating with his head slightly lowered opposite him.
The lights at the night market stalls were dim, and the steam from the food diffused in the air. The boy's usually slightly sharp eyebrows now looked a little gentle.
What does Jiang Ji look like in the eyes of the public? Qin Qingzhuo couldn't help but put himself in the audience's perspective. He was probably... cold and taciturn, talented but wild and unruly. No wonder he became the focus of public opinion in just a few months. Jiang Ji did have a kind of attraction that attracted people to explore.
Perhaps he noticed that Qin Qingzhuo's eyes were on him, Jiang Ji raised his head and reached out to touch his face: "Why are you looking at me all the time? Why don't you eat?"
Warm fingers fell on his face, and Qin Qingzhuo subconsciously watched to see if anyone was looking at him.
After making sure that no one noticed their corner, he breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to say something with a frown on his face, Jiang Ji had already withdrawn his hand and admitted his mistake before he could speak: "I couldn't help it. I'll be more careful next time."
There was a hint of innocence in his eyes, and his tone and attitude of admitting his mistakes were sincere, completely different from when he was violent and aggressive.
Qin Qingzhuo was speechless, the words got stuck in his throat and then he swallowed them back.
The next second, you actively find a reason for the other person in your mind - when you like someone fervently, you can't help but reach out and touch them. Isn't it too much of a denial of human nature to blame them for this
Jiang Ji observed the expression of the man and passed over the topic, continuing the previous topic: "Don't you like eating these? I'll go buy something else."
"No," Qin Qingzhuo shook his head, "I'm not very hungry."
"Is it because I fed you?" Jiang Ji looked at him with a smile.