Chapter 41

On October 23, I began my life of hiding and eating melons in Qingteng.

Although I really wanted to chat with him, I considered that he had to work during the day and read at night. After thinking about it, I realized that the time that would least disturb his work or study was only during meal times, so as expected, I checked in on time for a chat during meal times.

Today he asked me again whether I was looking for a partner.

I rolled my eyes in my heart. Look for it, isn’t this the effort I’m trying to make?

But can I say that?

Of course not.

After all, he is really thin-skinned (I just want to complain silently, he is so thin-skinned and loves to gossip). In order not to scare him, I told him that I don’t plan to look for one anymore. The reasons are ready-made. I indirectly want to have a relationship and continue to enjoy being single.

Well, it depends on your feeling.

If the cabbage is not juicy enough, how can you have the motivation to suck it?

I used to think I was obsessed with looks, but sometimes I thought I was obsessed with voices, and sometimes I thought I was obsessed with hands. Later, when I met him, I realized that I was just simply lustful.

But can I speak so honestly?

Of course not.

So I gave this passage a shell - a novel argument.

But there was one thing I did not lie to him about: I really hoped that there would be a loud bang in the sky and a beautiful woman would appear.

Oh, I'm so damn superficial.

But we should always have dreams, so just like what my mother said, people may look average but have beautiful dreams.

Isn't it wonderful?

Oh, speaking of beauty, I want to meet him again.

As a result, this guy made me sober up a little.

Does he understand what "food and sex are human nature" means?

But then again, isn't he reading today? Why is he so free?

“Has anyone ever commented on your voice?”

It was a very abrupt topic, but considering that he took the initiative to bring up the new topic, "No, what's wrong?" I asked curiously.

Who knew he would just say it was okay and send me away.

No, handsome guy, who taught you to keep people in suspense like this?

I immediately shared this with my pen pal, who said my voice sounded a bit like a child's.

This view was echoed by him.

Maybe... it's because I'm young at heart?