Qi Chimu was about to refuse, but saw that this lamp is really exquisite, the kind of delicate and beautiful thing that girls like most.
For a while, he suddenly reached out and took it.
Then he turned his head and stepped off the stage.
In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, his face was dark and sullen, and he didn't even have a trace of the handsome man he had just been on stage.
Feeling inexplicably rotten.
Qi Chimu held the lamp handle and walked forward.
Suddenly he stopped, and a crescent-colored figure ran out from the side.
Then it slammed into his arms.
Qi Chimu was knocked back a few steps, just about to scold.
But he found a familiar scent in his arms.
He lowered his head and saw Bai Weiwei covering her nose with tears in her eyes, a little aggrieved and said coquettishly, "Why is this road so slippery?"
If it snows, it must be slippery.
Qi Chimu stood firm, holding the lamp in his hand, and wanted to push her away, but hesitated for a while and didn't push.
Bai Weiwei raised her head and quickly stabilized her body.
She was a little embarrassed, reached out and tugged on her cloak, and snorted coldly, "Didn't you ask me to go to see the lanterns?"
This is the same as questioning a lover.
Qi Chimu also vaguely felt that something was wrong with someone who was so emotionally sluggish.
But this kind of wrong, but not particularly uncomfortable.
He smiled calmly, "I thought my cousin didn't like to see me. After all, it's a rare night to admire the lights. It's not good to see someone I hate, and it's not good to be in a bad mood."
Bai Weiwei's expression froze, and then she tried her best to put on a cold face.
"Yeah, I'm really in a bad mood when I see you."
Qi Chimu sighed, "I seem to remember that old lady who was doing laundry asked me in the morning if it was true or false that she was holding the wrong child."
Bai Weiwei's icy expression cracked, she took a deep breath and seemed to hold back her anger.
Then she gritted her teeth and said softly, "Cousin, don't you want to admire the lights? I'll go with you."
Qi Chimu smiled, and there was a touch of warmth in his eyes.
He pretended to say, "My hands are a little tired, and the lamp is a little heavy."
Bai Weiwei immediately stretched out her hand, "I'll do it."
Qi Chimu immediately handed her the lamp.
Bai Weiwei saw the lights, the four seasons were exquisitely made, and the colors of the lights were different.
With an angry face, she was sluggish for a moment, and then there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Qi Chimu asked in a low voice, "Is it beautiful?"
Bai Weiwei didn't think much, "It's very beautiful."
Qi Chimu: "This is only after answering a hundred lantern riddles correctly."
Bai Weiwei looked at the lamp, no different from a little girl.
She didn't pay attention to what she said.
"No one has ever been able to answer 100 lantern riddles correctly. When I was a child, I always hoped that someone would answer it, because the lights of the prizes are very beautiful. I have answered them myself, but I was kicked out after only three correct answers."
She said, looking down at the lamp.
His dark eyes were full of surprises.
Because he lowered his head, revealing a white neck, it looked elegant and soft.
With her like this, who would have thought that the means of torture would be so vicious.
Qi Chimu's eyes darkened, he stared at her, and suddenly said, "I got the answer right, will I give you the lamp?"
Bai Weiwei looked up, her voice soaring, "Really?"
There was longing and joy in her eyes.
What a pure and undisguised feeling.
Qi Chimu smiled and coaxed softly: "Come on, call me brother, I'll give it to you."
Calling him cousin was already a disgrace to her.
With such an incomparably intimate title of brother, it is impossible for her to be called out if she is killed.