It was already six o'clock in the evening when the few people left the police station. Gu Junlin suggested going for dinner, but Wen Xinya was still thinking about Si Yiyan waiting for her, so she politely declined. Zhou Tianyu and others failed to persuade her, so they had to part ways with her.
After they left, a silver-gray Cayenne slowly stopped beside her.
Wen Xinya's lips curled up into a faint smile, like beautiful ripples on the lake, and she opened the car door and got in.
As she got into the car, she felt cold all over. Si Yiyan turned up the air conditioner to a higher temperature: "What do you want for dinner?"
Wen Xinya felt the coldness in her body gradually warming up. She rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "I want to eat hot pot. It feels great to eat hot pot in winter."
Si Yiyan looked at her with boundless doting in his eyes: "Okay! Let's go eat hot pot."
"I know a hotpot restaurant with great soup base." Wen Xinya gave him a series of addresses.
Si Yiyan drove towards the hot pot restaurant she specified. Along the way, neither of them mentioned what happened at the police station.
The hot pot restaurant is located in the East District, which is known as the slums in Beijing. It does not have a prosperous economy, but it is a gathering place for many delicacies. There is a very famous food street here, and even many wealthy people in the South District often drive here to eat.
Wen Xinya's designated hotpot restaurant is not very eye-catching among the restaurants. It is not big and the store is even a bit old, but it is still clean.
As soon as they entered the store, the hot steam and spicy aroma hit them in the face, immediately dispelling the cold they brought in from outside: "Do you remember what I told you before, when I was a kid, a dog chased me across several blocks because of food?"
Si Yiyan said: "Of course I remember, I remember everything you said!"
Wen Xinya sneered.
"If the Buddha cannot help you achieve Nirvana, I will help you transcend."
"Ятакжеотдела Yanженщина."
"Si Yiyan, have I ever told you that I like you very much and that you are the best man I have ever met?"
"… "
Wen Xinya was speechless for a moment, her cheeks as beautiful as a blooming hibiscus, and she quickly changed the subject, "It was winter at that time, and I fainted at the door of this store. It was the proprietress of this store who saved me and treated me to a steaming hot pot. It was the most filling and delicious meal I have ever had in my life."
The smile on Si Yiyan's lips deepened a little.
Wen Xinya ordered a shuanghua pot with bone soup and red oil, and also ordered a dozen hot pot dishes.
The soup base came up quickly. The thick bone soup and the spicy red oil base made Wen Xinya's appetite increase immediately.
Si Yiyan would occasionally pick up some food and put it in the pot to blanch, then put the cooked food into her bowl.
Wen Xinya was eating happily.
Wen Xinya picked up a fish ball and brought it to Si Yiyan's lips: "Fish balls are delicious, you try it."
Si Yiyan bit off the fish ball using the chopsticks she had used to eat it.
Wen Xinya suddenly took out her cell phone and took a picture of him biting the fish ball. Looking at the funny way Si Yiyan bit the fish ball in the photo, coupled with his handsome and clear looks, she couldn't help but laugh out loud while holding her cell phone.
"You're naughty again, huh!" Si Yiyan suddenly leaned over, lying on top of her, and bit the fish ball directly into her mouth.
Wen Xinya opened her mouth and bit off the fish ball that was sticking out, and their lips touched each other.
Half kissing, half biting, and half eating like this, the fish ball tastes like an ambiguous and floating flavor.
After she finished eating the fish ball, Si Yiyan's kiss suddenly intensified. He sucked hard on her lips several times before letting her go.
Wen Xinya opened her delicate and charming red lips and glared at Si Yiyan, but her cheeks were like a newly opened lotus, full of gorgeous and charming colors: "Si Yiyan, this is a public place, you have to pay attention to your influence, otherwise if someone sees you, they will think you are a filthy uncle and a filthy minor."
Si Yiyan nonchalantly picked up the prepared dishes for her: "Do I look like a creepy uncle?"
Wen Xinya was eating when she felt a lump in her throat. Her seemingly careless words seemed to be mixed with some unknown danger.
Si Yiyan didn't seem to notice her awkwardness, and continued to concentrate on picking up food for her. "According to researchers related to love and marriage, a five-year age difference between a man and a woman is the safest and most stable age combination, and it is also the age combination that is least likely to cause conflicts."
Wen Xinya saw that he kept picking up food for her while she ate very little, so she felt guilty and picked up a few pieces of food for him.
Si Yiyan continued, "A study by the University of Vienna found that if the husband is 4-6 years older than the wife, they have the most children, and the babies they give birth to are very smart, and their marriage life is the happiest."
Wen Xinya almost choked on her own saliva. She stared at Si Yiyan and said, "Si Yiyan, what on earth are you talking about! I'm fifteen, not twenty-five. And how do you know that I will marry you in the future? Maybe you'll meet a better girl and fall in love with someone else?"
Si Yiyan looked at her intently and said, "This is totally impossible!"
Wen Xinya asked: "Why?"
Si Yiyan looked at Wen Xinya, his eyes flashing with brilliant glass light: "Wen Xinya, people like us must first learn loyalty! In Lucifer, all betrayers will have their ribs broken and then shot! And I am one of the executors."
Wen Xinya's heart sank slightly, and she vaguely felt that there might be other meaning in Si Yiyan's words.
Si Yiyan suddenly looked at Wen Xinya and said, "From the moment I pledged my loyalty to you, you are the object of my loyalty. If you betray me, you will die."
Wen Xinya suddenly thought of the day in the narrow and cramped room of the college apartment, when he prostrated himself at her feet, loyal to his master like a devout believer, and put the chain called "Love/Slave" between her legs.
"Your previous posture of submission to me was a ritual, right?" Thinking about it now, in fact, at that time, he compared his beloved slave to his loyalty, which was indestructible and recognized only one master, and his crawling posture was actually a kind of ritual.
Si Yiyan nodded and said, "This is a mysterious ritual from the oldest time in China. It expresses the determination to serve only one person and be loyal to only one master for the rest of one's life, and one is willing to swear an oath with one's life."
"Si Yiyan, you promised me loyalty, and I promised you never to abandon me!" Wen Xinya's heart was instantly filled with complex emotions. Was it bitterness? Or sweetness? She only felt that her chest was full, and her love was about to burst.
Si Yiyan's eyes suddenly blossomed with unparalleled beauty: "Say it again!"
Wen Xinya had a soft smile on her face: "Promise me to be loyal, and I promise you will never abandon me!"
Si Yiyan's already beautiful eyebrows and eyes were instantly filled with beauty.