Chapter 67 You are as lovely as these paintings.

The ship slowed down, and they were about to arrive at their destination.

This time, before Jiang Luo could remind him, He Ziyan released her first.

"Feel sorry."

Their hands were clasped together anxiously.

Uh... I made a mistake again.

Would Luo Luo mind?

I glanced at it.

His expression seemed...normal.

When he invited Luo Luo out on a date, he should have been the one to take the lead.

But for some reason, he was also the one who was flustered and made mistakes repeatedly.

This is not what I expected!

How did he unknowingly lose the initiative?

Jiang Luo lowered her head, pretending to smooth her stray hairs, and said casually, "Thank you for shielding me from the water."

To be honest, she didn't realize what was wrong until He Ziyan apologized.

This is precisely the most problematic aspect.

The two remained close together, with less than two centimeters between their bodies, but neither of them spoke again.

Like the desolation after a carnival, except that between the two of them, it wasn't desolation, but rather an unspoken awkwardness.

Scratching his brow, Jiang Luo pushed his sunglasses up a little further.

Fortunately, she had sunglasses.

Looking back, it's true that having fun was too addictive. She was too unrestrained just now and even forgot that she should keep her distance.

The thin veil that had been used to cover my heart as a disguise had long been blown away by the wind when the pirate ship took off.

Amusement parks are truly magical places.

The ship arrived at the station, and the crowd disembarked.

He Ziyan disembarked first, suppressing the embarrassment of wanting to find a place to crawl into, but still stopped and helped Jiang Luo up.

Jiang Luo grasped his wrist and stepped onto the shore.

The two of them blended in with the stream of tourists coming out.

"Where to next?" Jiang Luo asked as they exited the rapids ride.

"Let me... take a look." He Ziyan seemed to wake from a dream.

The schedule in my pocket was wet and the writing was blurry.

"I can't see it anymore." Jiang Luo peeked out, looking very regretful.

This is a guide that He Ziyan spent time making.

He Ziyan snapped out of his daze. "I remember everything."

Jiang Luo waved her hand: "Let's go!"

The last attraction was the Ferris wheel.

The two sat facing each other in the sedan chair.

Through the glass window, one can enjoy the urban scenery of spring.

There are modern high-rise buildings as well as gray and white old-style low buildings, with the old and new alternating and blending in the vast daylight.

The paved roads, running horizontally and vertically, were filled with pedestrians and vehicles, all in an orderly fashion.

Spring Travel is vast, large enough to accommodate people from all over the world.

Every day, tens of thousands of people walk along every street.

In the vast sea of ​​people, it was she and him who shared this space at this very moment.

Isn't this a kind of fate?

"In idol dramas, it seems like they're always riding Ferris wheels at night and enjoying the night view," Jiang Luo said, breaking the silence.

Such intimate contact did indeed have a significant impact on her, but she is, after all, an actress, and her emotions came and went quickly.

He Ziyan, on the other hand, seemed absent-minded and lost in thought.

Even through the air, Jiang Luo could feel his tension.

So I wanted to say something to lighten the mood.

Even inside the Ferris wheel, He Ziyan sat upright, clearly a meticulous engineering student.

He explained, "There's an even better project tonight, it's..."

"Stop!" Jiang Luo raised her hand to stop her.

When she saw the schedule, she only glanced at the first few lines and didn't notice what the evening's events were.

She didn't want to know right now.

"Save me a little surprise," she said, clasping her hands together in a mock plea.

He Ziyan understood her meaning, nodded, paused, and then said, "Luo Luo, next time... let's ride the Ferris wheel together tonight, okay?"

Turning her head to look out the window, Jiang Luo pinched the edge of her sunglasses, opened her lips, and spoke in a sweet, soft voice: "Okay."

The sky is so blue today.

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Live stream chat —

What the heck? Are these two dating?

Why does Jiang Luo seem cuter when she's with He Ziyan? Is it just my imagination?

[What you're saying isn't your imagination, I feel the same way! I used to really dislike Jiang Luo, but now I'm actually starting to like her.]

Please kill me to entertain them.

[Civil Affairs Bureau! You should learn to come here on your own!]

I disagree! Frost's Descent is the real deal! This is all just for show!

[Raise the banner of "Sinking Fish and Falling Beauty" high! "Sinking Fish and Falling Beauty" will never fall! This isn't real!]

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The second stop on our date was an art exhibition.

"Chunming Road Primary School Charity Art Exhibition." Stopping at the entrance of the exhibition hall, Jiang Luo incredulously pulled off her sunglasses to see it for herself.

She found it amusing. "An art exhibition...a children's art exhibition?"

He Ziyan: "Hmm!"

Pushing back her sunglasses, Jiang Luo strode forward: "Quite unique."

I initially thought it was a modern painting that I couldn't understand, or a masterpiece by a highly artistic master.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a children's charity art exhibition.

Unexpectedly, a pleasant surprise.

The two entered the exhibition hall.

The venue was small and packed with parents and children, most of whom were probably artists, taking photos together.

Children's drawings are mostly whimsical, featuring wide-eyed bees, sunflowers baring their teeth...

Each one is so interesting that it's hard to keep up.

"Why did you bring me here?" Jiang Luo asked as she lingered among the crowd.

He Ziyan walked on her outside, shielding her from the crowd. "I guess you'll like it."

Jiang Luo paused, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Why do you feel that way?"

“Because…” He Ziyan stared at her.

Behind me stretched a long white wall, lined with transparent glass windows that let in beams of light, making the whole view bright and warm.

He Ziyan perfectly inherited Zheng Man's fair skin, which glowed in the sunlight.

After a moment of careful consideration, he said solemnly, "You are as lovely as these paintings."

Jiang Luo was stunned.

"Ah...oh."

He turned around in a panic, nearly bumping into a passerby, and stumbled.

"Be careful." He Ziyan supported her, a smile playing on his lips.

It seems he... has regained the initiative.

Standing still, Jiang Luo swallowed hard and changed the subject: "Can you draw?"

"Yes." He Ziyan replied without changing his expression and volunteered, "You said last time that you're not very good at drawing. If there's a chance, I can teach you."

At that moment, Jiang Luo was only focused on He Ziyan's word "cute" and didn't notice what lie he had told.

Afterwards, Jiang Luo recalled someone's boastful promise and could only sneer: Ha, men.

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The third stop on our date: an island.

The island is near Chunxing. We arrived at the ferry terminal at 5:30 pm, when it was already dark.

The pre-arranged boats drifted along the shore.

He Ziyan led Jiang Luo and the rest of the production crew onto the ship and into the cabin.

Inside the cabin, the round table was piled high with food and drinks, a dazzling array far exceeding the needs of two people.

After everyone had entered the cabin, He Ziyan first walked towards the staff and gently said, "You've all worked hard all day. These are all for everyone, please don't be shy."

"Thank you, Mr. He."

Thank you.

...

Words of thanks rose and fell.

Watching He Ziyan's retreating figure and the smiling faces of the staff, Jiang Luo felt very gratified and appreciative.

She discovered another good quality in He Ziyan—his thoughtfulness.