Chapter 84 So soft.
The cups gradually stopped, and the two walked out of the area.
Seeing that he kept looking down at his phone screen, Song Shiyi leaned closer out of curiosity.
What are you looking at?
He Jinzhao patted her head and handed her the phone.
See for yourself.
The sunlight was so bright that it shone on the screen, making it impossible for her to see clearly.
He Jinzhao shielded the screen with his hand, and Song Shiyi's gaze fell on it. She was startled and somewhat surprised.
She turned her head to look, her cheeks flushed, and her voice rose a few decibels.
"Why did you take a picture of it?"
He Jinzhao's eyes held a lazy smile, and his tone carried a hint of self-satisfaction.
"Um?"
"Isn't it pretty?"
Although Song Shiyi was a little embarrassed, he did not refute her.
"It's beautiful."
Looking at the two people in the photo, He Jinzhao smiled with satisfaction and said, "They are such a perfect match."
Song Shiyi remained silent, her eyes reflecting the contents of the picture.
The blazing sunlight streamed over the gently spinning teacups, enveloping the two in a small, intimate space.
The boy leaned back in the cup holder, his shoulders relaxed, one hand gently supporting the back of her neck, his knuckles distinct yet his movements tender.
His eyes were closed, his long eyelashes casting soft shadows on his eyelids, and a carefree yet indulgent smile played on his lips as he kissed her with focused tenderness, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.
The girl sat obediently beside him, her soft hair slightly ruffled by the wind, her usually gentle eyes now filled with unexpected surprise.
Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, reflecting his silhouette in her pupils, with a hint of bewilderment in her gaze.
Her lips parted slightly, her cheeks flushed, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, yet she showed no resistance; a hidden sweetness lurked within her youthful compliance.
Even in this still image, you can feel the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, slowly fermenting in the air, so sweet it's almost overflowing.
It is indeed very beautiful.
The two then went on several more rides, and he stayed by her side the whole time, either shielding her from the crowds or helping her when she took a step, afraid that she might bump into something.
His eyes seemed to be filtered through a special lens, blurring the surrounding noise and crowds into a blurred background.
From beginning to end, only Song Shiyi's image is reflected.
Many young girls passing by caught a glimpse of the strikingly good-looking couple and couldn't help but gasp in hushed tones.
No wonder.
He Jinzhao looked like an arrogant young master, always appearing somewhat nonchalant towards others.
But when he looked at Song Shiyi, the sharpness in his eyes turned into an undisguised indulgence.
This kid has two completely different faces.
As the game progressed, Song Shiyi slowed down, and the light in her eyes dimmed somewhat.
He Jinzhao could tell at a glance that she was a little tired, so he leaned down and asked in her ear, "Do you want something to eat?"
Song Shiyi shook her head; she wasn't very hungry.
He Jinzhao glanced at the themed shop next door, "How about milk tea?"
Song Shiyi licked her slightly dry lips and nodded gently.
"Okay, you sit here and wait for me, I'll go buy it."
"Why don't we go together?"
He Jinchao pressed her down on the bench and chuckled, "No need, you can rest for a while."
Song Shiyi pouted and said, "Fine."
He Jinzhao stepped forward to join the queue, and Song Shiyi watched his back from behind, her eyebrows unconsciously curving upwards.
The man was tall and slender, his black zippered shirt exuding a cool aura, the sleeves casually rolled up adding a touch of relaxation, and a thin belt around his waist accentuating his physique.
With well-proportioned features, a sharp yet graceful profile, and a high nose bridge, he wasn't by Song Shiyi's side at the moment. His expression carried a sense of nonchalant detachment, mixed with a touch of lazy nobility.
She quietly took out her phone and snapped a picture, her eyes filled with joy.
So handsome!
She likes it very much.
However, she only dared to think that way in her heart.
If He Jinzhao found out, he would probably pester her to repeat it a few more times.
Not long after, He Jinzhao returned with two cups of milk tea.
He sat down beside her, inserted the straw, and held it to her lips. Song Shiyi lowered her head, took a sip, and reached out to take it.
"You should like the matcha flavor."
Song Shiyi shook her head. "I like it, I like it."
He Jinzhao chuckled softly, took a couple of sips of milk tea, glanced at the towering Ferris wheel in the distance, turned his head and asked softly, "Want to ride the Ferris wheel? It'll be a good opportunity to rest."
He glanced at his watch. "It's 6:30 now. The fireworks show starts at 7:30. The timing is perfect."
Song Shiyi had no objection and nodded, saying, "Then let's go."
The two boarded the Ferris wheel, and the cabin slowly rose along the track.
Song Shiyi leaned against the window, her fingertips lightly touching the glass, her eyes reflecting the gradually shrinking lights and greenery below, a faint smile on her lips.
"It's so beautiful," she thought to herself, her breathing becoming lighter.
He Jinzhao didn't look out the window much. He sat sideways the whole time, with his elbows on the side of the carriage wall, his chin resting on his hand, and his gaze fixed on Song Shiyi's profile.
He loved watching her when she was focused, her eyelashes fluttering gently, her cheeks glowing pink in the light from the window, looking both sweet and adorable.
As the elevator car rose higher and higher, the distance from the ground gradually receded, and the city's silhouette spread out in a gentle halo in the night.
He Jinzhao suddenly chuckled softly, his voice clear and tender, drifting into Song Shiyi's ears.
"Yi-yi, have you ever heard of this saying?"
Song Shiyi turned her head, her eyes filled with doubt, and asked curiously, "What?"
"Couples who kiss at the highest point of the Ferris wheel will stay together forever."
As He Jinzhao spoke, he leaned forward slightly, instantly closing the distance between them.
His breath brushed against Song Shiyi's cheek, carrying his usual crisp cedar scent, an ambiguous aroma that made one's heart flutter.
Song Shiyi's cheeks flushed instantly, and she immediately understood what he meant.
She subconsciously lowered her eyelashes, her fingertips secretly gripping the hem of her skirt, and even the tips of her ears turned bright red.
Looking at her shy yet obedient appearance, He Jinzhao's smile deepened, and his voice softened.
"We're almost at the top, baby, do you want to try?"
His fingertips gently touched the back of her hand, and the warm touch made Song Shiyi's heart skip a beat.
She looked up and met He Jinzhao's deep eyes, which were filled with her image, as well as an unyielding doting and earnestness.
Song Shiyi bit her lower lip, nodded gently, and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.
"good."
As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator seemed to sway slightly and then came to a stop at its highest point.
Outside the window, a magnificent scene unfolds, where starlight and city lights intertwine; inside, an intense, sweet atmosphere pervades.
He Jinzhao slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently stroking Song Shiyi's cheek, his thumb lightly caressing it, then he leaned down slightly and got closer to her.
Song Shiyi subconsciously closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as she waited for him to approach.
His lips gently covered mine, soft and warm.
He reached out and cupped the back of her head, gently lifting her face, and sucked hard on her lips, listening to her whimper, before loosening his grip a little.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as the kiss deepened, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes were filled with desire.
She's undeniably sexy.
For every step Song Shiyi took back, he took an extra step forward. She was starting to feel breathless and instinctively opened her lips, only to find herself inviting trouble.
A moist, warm tongue forcefully entered, deftly stealing her sweet scent.
So sweet.
So soft.
I love it.
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