The prerequisite is that you need to get just a tiny bit closer.
"Hmm, not bad."
Zhao Sun hesitated for a moment, then finally said only, "...Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Ma Jiaojiao glanced at Zhao Xun's neck again, her answer revealing a hint of disappointment.
Although she has given it away, facing a powerful enemy she cannot defeat, her scarf will probably never see the light of day again.
"…what."
Zhao Xun expertly folded the scarf and stuffed it back into the paper bag, scoffing, "Let's be clear, I wasn't prepared to give you a return gift..."
Ma Jiaojiao quickly shook her head: "No, no need... I was the one who suddenly called you out..."
"Looks like he has a good sense of self-awareness," Zhao Xun laughed.
Then he noticed that Ma Jiaojiao's gaze was always directed at him.
…And then, immediately after that brief “1”, she made an appointment with him and then gave him a gift.
To be honest, Zhao Xun's sudden self-reflection, no matter how short or rushed, still took some time.
It would be quite inappropriate for him to arrive empty-handed after the other party had said "I have something for you".
Then Zhao Xun heard his own voice cursing him.
Why think about all that?
People have already said that she suddenly called you out, so since it was a surprise attack, you should be prepared to be taken advantage of.
She herself said she doesn't mind, so why would you mind?
But some people say—it wasn't him, but Lao Bei's voice.
"Christmas gifts are like lottery tickets; even though you know the odds of winning are slim, you still secretly yearn for an unexpected one."
Zhao Sun: ...
What kind of artsy type or "unexpected encounter guy"?
"Hey, didn't you call yourself one?" Zhao Xun asked.
“…Ah, no.” Ma Jiaojiao said.
"Do you have a problem with my scarf?" Zhao Xun asked again.
Ma Jiaojiao shook her head and said, "It just looks more high-end."
Zhao Xun pulled it away and tossed it to Ma Jiaojiao: "Then it's yours."
Ma Jiaojiao: ? ?
She instinctively took the scarf, and before she could refuse, Zhao Xun said, "Don't worry, I haven't worn this scarf much. I washed it three times and dried it three times before. This is the first time I've taken it out to wear."
Ma Jiaojiao quickly said, "No, what I mean is, I can't accept such an expensive gift."
Zhao Xun: "...Expensive my foot! The yarn I use is pretty much the same as yours. Speaking of which, it seems like it was just a while ago when you asked for a discount in the club group chat, and I didn't even know which yarn shop it was—"
Ma Jiaojiao: "??"
Does "same yarn" mean...this one was also handmade? And by the senior himself...?
"Huh? Hu ...
Why are they playing so well?!
"Stop yelling! Don't give it back to me!" Zhao Sun's ears hurt from being yelled at.
"...No, it's mine now."
"No! Don't put it on right now! At least wash it first!"
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