But the ring was indeed on the table.
What's going on?
She was sure that she never loosened her grip and never blinked during the whole process.
"How did you do that?" Yi Menglu subconsciously fiddled with her bangs.
Funny enough, this was her first time watching a magic show live.
He is clearly a hot-shot screenwriter, but he doesn't even have a ticket to a circus or magic show.
Han Shuo chuckled softly, "No magician would reveal the secrets of magic to the audience."
Yi Menglu felt like she had heard this sentence somewhere before.
Someone seems to have said this often: I always like to be mysterious.
It's not like that, someone just said so.
It was a video she had seen on Yi Mu's phone a long time ago.
That's an anime.
A Japanese anime, the hero is a very arrogant and mysterious magician.
At that time, I thought he was very naive, but I didn’t expect that there was someone just like him.
She no longer remembers what the anime was, but she simply thought it was very well made.
Yi Menglu smiled faintly and said nothing.
Okay, then don’t tell me.
After a moment, Han Shuo looked at Yi Menglu and said calmly, "My sauna is pretty good. If you have time, you can go over and have a try."
Yi Menglu looked at him.
It wasn't until he used the excuse of going to the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror that she understood why Han Shuo said that.
Although there is a lighting effect on my reflection in the mirror, my face looks really bad.
No spirit at all.
When she returned, Yi Menglu saw Han Shuo sitting there alone, leaning against the window.
He and Yi Mu really look alike, but I can't tell where they are similar, is it their temperament, demeanor, or facial features?
She doesn't know.
"You're here?" Han Shuo turned his head and looked at Yi Menglu in the distance with a faint smile.
Yi Menglu nodded, walked over and sat down.
"What do you think it would be like for a boy to like a girl?"
After thinking about it, Yi Menglu still wanted to say it out.
Tang Nannan couldn't give her an answer to this question, and she couldn't ask Yi Mu and Ye Luoxuan.
Perhaps, Han Shuo will give her an answer.
Han Shuo was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "So, this is why you've been so absent-minded?"
Although she was embarrassed, Yi Menglu still nodded.
Han Shuo also took a breath. He didn't expect Yi Menglu to be so straightforward.
While Yi Menglu went to the bathroom, he searched on Baidu and found out that it was not an illusion that he had always felt that the name Yi Menglu sounded familiar.
This Yi Monlu is really the screenwriter Yi Monlu.
I was already surprised enough, but I didn't expect her to ask me such a question, a stranger.
“Well, it depends on the person, everyone is different.”
After thinking for a long time, Han Shuo came up with a more plausible reason.
He has never been in love and doesn't know what it's like to like someone.
But he did like one thing, like tennis.
Liking something should be absolutely pure and enough love, because only by combining these two can you persevere.
This is how it should be when you like someone.
Loving someone is not a day or two, not a week, not one or two years, but a lifetime.
Only if you truly like and love each other can you walk hand in hand until old age.
"What does it feel like when you like someone?"
Yi Menglu looked at him and asked.
Perhaps she really wanted to get an answer, so Yi Menglu looked nervous and anxious when she looked at Han Shuo.
"Me?" Han Shuo couldn't help but twitch his lips.
How would he answer?
How would someone who has never been in a relationship answer this question?
He watched Yi Menglu move the corners of her mouth.
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