Zhou Yu put down the cup and sat back a little bit.
How would he answer her? If he said it, would he scare her away
His dark eyes gradually became darker, "Is it good to you at the same table, isn't it?"
Good and bad.
If she can now be free from all kinds of constraints, at this time, at this point in time, she will definitely say it, whether it is hormones or other reasons.
He knows that she is not a good crop, but he always treats her with kindness, without prejudice, and without mixing anything. After a long time, he will only realize after falling.
Yin Zhu: "If you treat me well, then don't treat other girls well."
Don't give other girls expectation and hope.
The two looked at each other for a long time, Yin Zhu lowered his eyes, watched the waiter serve the food, and said:
"Lest your peach blossoms keep dangling in front of my eyes."
Zhou Yu followed her gaze, "Who is shaking by your side?"
Yin Zhu picked up a muffin cake, took a bite, and looked at the waiter who paused.
"A lot, do you want me to tell you one by one?"
Zhou Yu picked up his fork and casually circled the pasta.
Waiter: "Excuse me, two guests. Maybe what I did just now hurt the feelings of your little couple. I'm sorry here."
Yin Zhu was eating the cake.
Waiter: "Seeing you are young and beautiful, you are very good match, bless you."
Yin Zhu felt that the hand holding the cake was a little stiff, and turned to look at him. He was still the same, calm and calm, with little emotion.
The obvious explanation is superfluous at this time.
After the waiter smiled and left, she spooned a bite of fried rice into her mouth.
Zhou Yu: "Who is dangling by your side?"
He asked again.
Yin Zhu: "I ran into Yang Meng today."
"I slapped her."
Zhou Yu put down his fork, his black eyes fixed on her:
"Which hand fan do you use?"
Why the focus is on hand.
"What are your concerns?"
"Is it right?"
"…Yes."
"Does it hurt?"
"is a bit."
Zhou Yu's face flashed helplessly, and he leaned on the back of the sofa, "I will come when you come."
Yoon Joo didn't know why, "What are you going to do?"
The two were sitting face to face, with a small closed dining table.
He stood up, walked to her side, put her coat on the sofa on the other side, and then sat down.
Yin Zhu felt a piece of the sofa sink, so he just sat over, separated by a fist.
She could even feel the heat from the boy's body and the faint fragrance on the clothes that had just been washed.
When his hand touched her skin, a numbness came from the back of her tail vertebra.
He held her right wrist and looked down.
"...My wrists are already healed."
As a result, he squeezed a certain place and she hissed.
"Looking at your reaction, it's not completely good."
"..."
"Before hitting someone, why don't you think that you are still injured."
"No matter how hard you use your hand, it will be discarded if you are not sure."
"It's not that serious, I don't have strength in my hands."
Zhou Yu raised his eyelids and looked at her: "Do you think I'm lying to you?"
"..."
Otherwise, it's really useless
But who was the culprit? It was not because of him. He hadn't shed tears in more than ten years and broke the record for him.
Zhou Yu saw her seemingly unresponsive, and asked her, "Knead it for you, do you mind?"
Yin Zhu: "...are you here?"
Zhou Yu: "You can change the place."
How could she feel weird where to change.
She adjusted her sitting position, "You rub it."