Shi Jinyang stood a few meters away from her, his eyes quietly falling in her direction. In the night, his dark eyes were as bright as the shining stars.
Tong Yan was slightly startled, her eyes moved slowly along his figure from bottom to top, and looked him over without leaving any trace. Looking at him, who was neat and tidy, with not even a wrinkle in his clothes, she gently He breathed a sigh of relief.
After calming down her face, she stood up as if nothing had happened, and casually brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. She calmly replied to him, "You are no more stupid than a person who gets into a car accident."
She was sarcastically mocking him, and Shi Jinyang made fun of her for being stupid, but he didn't get angry or annoyed, and just said it to him lightly.
Shi Jinyang's eyes as dark as stars just stared at her quietly, and surprisingly, he didn't make any reply to her words.
Tong Yan was startled by him like this.
From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at him without trace.
Shi Jinyang was walking towards her, his slender legs staggered in steps, his hard leather shoes stepping on the snow, and the occasional broken branches made a crunching sound.
He looked at her with bright eyes, and every step he took was sonorous and powerful.
Tong Yan stared blankly at him getting closer and closer to her, forgetting to react for a moment.
Shi Jinyang walked to her side with slender legs, stood in front of her, glanced at her, and then made a move that surprised Tong Yan.
His eyes slowly glanced around her body, his body half bent, and every time his eyes wandered to a place, he gently patted the remaining snow residue on her clothes.
There was a completely different tenderness in his movements than usual. He knocked the snow dregs off her clothes. He pulled the two ends of her clothes with both hands, as if he was cleaning up a child who had just fallen. He also helped her by the way. He stroked the folds above.
Tong Yan just let his actions go, her heart seemed to be lightly stirred by something, her eyes sparkling when she looked at him.
Shi Jinyang carefully helped her tidy up her clothes, straightened up, turned his eyes to her face, inserted his fingertips into her hair, and began to wipe the snowflakes from her hair.
Tong Yan allowed him to move the whole time without saying anything or pushing him away.
His movements were particularly meticulous, and his fingertips would occasionally brush against Tong Yan's cheek. It was as cold as an ice sculpture in winter, which inexplicably gave Tong Yan a strong urge to warm him.
Shi Jinyang was still helping her wipe the snowflakes from her hair, slowly and patiently.
Growing up, Tong Yan's hair was only as long as her shoulders at its longest.
In Shi Jinyang's impression, she rarely had long hair flowing, let alone the waist-length hair that many men admired.
The child's face in my memory has always been simple, refreshing, crisp and neat, and it doesn't look like a girl.
However, I don’t know when she started growing her hair long.
Shi Jinyang entangled a small strand of her hair with his fingertips, gently passed it around, let go and hooked it up again. He played with it several times, while he quietly stared at her hair.
Today's childlike face has hair that has grown to her chest.
Her hair was very smooth, and when it was spread casually, it lay on her shoulders like silk, and seemed to glow in the night.
Her facial features are already extremely delicate. When her hair is short, she looks a bit heroic. When her hair is long, she is even more feminine than before.