Chapter 161 Chapter 161 Ideal Type? ...

Ideal type?

Wen Qian paused and subconsciously looked at Jiang Zhi. The man standing next to her lowered his head slightly and looked at her quietly.

"I haven't thought about this question." Wen Qian pondered for a moment, then spoke with hesitation, "I don't have a specific ideal type, right? Someone who's good-looking?"

Jiang Zhi responded softly, stopped walking and raised his head again, his eyes slightly lowered.

"It's okay if she has a distinctive appearance." Wen Qian thought of his favorite game character and added casually.

"Is it unique?" Jiang Zhi asked doubtfully.

Compared with the previous general description, this supplement seems to be more referential.

Jiang Zhi, lost in thought, didn't know that Wen Qian's distinctive words referred to the bloody, masked ghost in the game.

"Then..." He began, then paused, "Wen Qian, what do you think of my appearance?"

His voice was soft: "Is this the type you like?"

In fact, what he wanted to ask was not my appearance, what he really wanted to ask was - Am I your type?

Wen Qian didn't hesitate at all and said frankly, "Of course."

She recalled her first day in the game and nodded, "I noticed you right away!"

"You left a very deep impression on me." Wen Qian said resentfully.

When Jiang Zhi heard Wen Qian's words, his fingertips trembled, and his half-raised heart relaxed a little.

Although we are only talking about appearance, does this mean that there is a possibility that Wen Qian will fall in love with him?

Jiang Zhi held the hand of the person next to him tightly, and felt his heart beating faster and faster as she spoke one word after another.

Wen Qian was still immersed in the memory of not being able to receive the task from Jiang Zhi in the beginning.

For the sake of the cookies and cake, she graciously forgave him—forgave him, not forgot him.

"The weather is nice today." Jiang Zhi said casually, "After we go back, do you want to go for a walk outside?"

Jiang Zhi's voice brought Wen Qianfei back to his senses. Are we going out shopping after we get back?

Wen Qian thought about it and realized that his meeting with Chu Lingyu yesterday seemed to be after six o'clock, and it was not yet three o'clock now.

"Sure!" She nodded readily.

After returning home, Wen Qian put the white cross-body bag hanging on his body back on the shelf and pinned the hairpin in his pocket back on the side of his hair.

We decided to go shopping on a whim, and finally decided to go to the Sakura Garden not far from here.

Wen Qian checked the time on her phone, and when she looked away, her gaze paused. She bent down to pick up a cocklebur that had fallen on the ground and had been stuck to her body at some point and brought back with her.

Jiang Zhi should have discovered it?

Jiang Zhi found that the corner of his clothes was covered with dust, so he picked up a coat of similar color and prepared to change out of his current clothes. He looked at the coat in his hand silently.

On the back of the dark coat, dark green cockleburs formed a large tic-tac-toe pattern horizontally and vertically.

There are o and × in the grid...

He instantly remembered the cocklebur that Wen Qian threw away in the abandoned park, and what she said when he reminded her that this kind of fruit would easily get caught on clothes: "She knows."

How could I not know?

She had already been playing a game of tic-tac-toe behind his back.

Jiang Zhi stared at the cockleburs, a chuckle suddenly escaped from his lips. He put on the coat he had just taken out, reached out to pick up a cocklebur and put it in his pocket.

It was not the time when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, but the cherry garden was still crowded with people. The dark crowd was really daunting. The two people who did not want to feel the lively atmosphere did not enter the cherry garden and stopped at the river not far away.

The cherry blossom trees on the riverside path are no less beautiful than those in the cherry garden. Although they do not have the visual shock of the overlapping pink sea of flowers at first glance, they have a more tranquil beauty.

White water splashed against the river bank, and the evening breeze with a moist scent blew through the cherry trees by the river, and the fallen cherry blossoms lightly landed on the hand that Jiang Zhi stretched out to Wen Qian.

Wen Qian rested his arms on the stone railing, looked down at the water below, his mind calm and empty.

Jiang Zhi, who was standing beside her, looked at her profile quietly. When his eyes fell on their folded hands, he smiled unconsciously.

"Wen Qian." He called her softly, "What are your thoughts on the future?"

Wen Qian was silently watching the falling cherry blossoms, wondering if he could ask Jiang Zhi to make her some flower cakes. Would flower cakes made with cherry blossoms taste good? Forget it, let's go with the old traditional rose cakes.

Hearing Jiang Zhi's voice, she raised her head blankly: "Huh?"

Are we suddenly talking about such a profound topic?

"I don't have any specific ideas?" she thought. "But I don't really like a monotonous life."

That's why she was so interested in this game at that time. She could experience various different professions, huge and complex non-overlapping quest lines, and even go to jail.

Jiang Zhi silently kept this in mind.

"Jiang Zhi." Wen Qian suddenly shook his hand, turned sideways and looked at him closely, "I wanted to say it just now."

"Next time I bring roses to see you, can you..."

Jiang Zhi's breathing paused and his heartbeat almost stopped.

"Can you make me some rose flower cakes?"

Wen Qian said sincerely, "Please, this is my request once a day."

Jiang Zhi was silent for two seconds: "Okay."

"Let me prepare it. Edible roses are different from ordinary roses." Jiang Zhi said with a hint of disappointment. "The rose jam needs to marinate for a while, so we may have to wait a while."

"It's okay, I can wait!" Wen Qian said cheerfully, "Then can we make lemon tarts the day after tomorrow?"

You have to wait for the flower cake, but you shouldn’t have to wait for the lemon tart.

Jiang Zhi said helplessly: "Okay."

He took Wen Qian by the hand and walked back slowly: "Just the lemon tart?"

"Just the lemon tart," Wen Qian said naturally, "We can make the others later."

"Yeah." Jiang Zhi smiled, "We'll do it later."

The sky gradually darkened and the night wind brought a hint of coolness, which was even more intense by the river. The two people who were walking along the river did not stay for long and walked back slowly.

When they reached the corner of the street, Jiang Zhi turned sideways and asked Wen Qian what he wanted to eat. Wen Qian looked down at the time and shook his head.

"You go back first." She shook her phone, "I still have something to do."

"Okay." Jiang Zhi turned his head slightly, "Wait a moment."

He raised his hand, ran his fingertips down Wen Qian's hair, and picked up a petal.

"The petals are stuck in my hair."

Wen Qian looked up at him and said, "Then help me check if there is any left on my hair."

In the dim sky, the petals falling in the hair were not very conspicuous. Jiang Zhi lowered his head and could faintly smell the light citrus scent in his breath. His eyelashes trembled and his fingers that touched the petals paused.

Feeling the fingertips resting on his hair, Wen Qian called out his name in confusion, and the person in front of him seemed to have a disordered breathing.

Looking at Wen Qian who was lowering his head and waiting for him to find the petals, Jiang Zhi's eyes dimmed slightly. He leaned down, his breath getting closer and closer. When he was about to touch, he paused for a moment.

Jiang Zhi turned his head and gave her a subtle kiss on the fingertips that were resting on her hair.

Wen Qian couldn't see clearly with her head down, but she felt that Jiang Zhi seemed closer to her. She raised her head with some doubt: "Jiang Zhi?"

"Sorry." Jiang Zhi stood up straight and looked down at her, his voice a little hoarse, "It's a little hard to see."