She was too mature, like a middle-aged person who had seen all the vicissitudes of life, and always had a calmness that was as unperturbed as an old pond.
But now, this is what she should have at her age.
Chen Chuan decided to play dumb: "Why are you looking at me?"
"I need my hands to eat."
"Just eat, no need to ask me."
Song Qingwei shook her right hand, which was held by Chen Chuan, and looked at him again: "How can I eat?"
"Oh!" Chen Chuan suddenly realized and used a fork to pick up a piece of meat from the snack platter and put it to her mouth.
"Come on, open your mouth."
Song Qingwei blinked her eyes, as if asking, "Are you serious?"
"Don't you like it?"
Chen Chuan pretended to be confused, put the meat into his mouth, and then picked up a cherry tomato from the platter and handed it to him.
Song Qingwei's eyes fluctuated slightly, and her shy and annoyed look made Chen Chuan's heart tremble.
In this state, she perfectly interprets the beauty of women. It is just a look, but she is more charming than those who pose coquettishly.
Chen Chuan couldn't take his eyes off her, and Song Qingwei just looked at him, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
After about ten seconds, Song Qingwei's shyness as a woman forced her to look away, and then she whispered, "Can you let go of my hand first? I want to eat steak."
"good."
Chen Chuan let go of her hand and thoughtfully handed her the knife and fork.
"Thanks."
This was Song Qingwei's mosquito-like voice of thanks.
As Chen Chuan was eating, he suddenly felt a little restrained, as if something he was doing was not natural enough.
"What's wrong? Why are you so uncomfortable?"
He felt a little strange. He had been doing whatever he wanted just now, but now he felt a little uncomfortable.
"Oh no, my heart is beating again!"
After thinking about it, he understood, and he smiled bitterly at the thought.
As expected, all men are playboys. Including Qin Xiwu, there are three or four girls he likes.
He didn't notice that Song Qingwei was doing the same thing at the moment, cutting the steak carefully and trying to be as elegant as possible, as if she didn't want others to see her rude side.
Chen Chuan is not a psychologist, but Song Qingwei is. In just a moment, she was keenly aware of the changes in herself.
"I'm moved..."
"He's very handsome and humorous. When we exchanged glances just now, I was completely captivated."
"So much so that now I'm starting to care about how I look in his eyes."
"But this feeling doesn't seem bad..."
Song Qingwei faced her inner fluctuations calmly, without resisting, but letting it take its course and enjoying the throbbing in her heart at the moment.
It's a fascinating thrill, fresh and wonderful.
The atmosphere became subtle.
Soon, Song Qingwei keenly noticed the unnaturalness of Chen Chuan's behavior, and a hint of smile and joy appeared in her eyes.
She could sense that Chen Chuan's heart was also in turmoil.
She knew exactly what this meant.
She couldn't help but think about what she should do at this moment, whether to remain shy, keep a distance from him, and let him approach her actively to ensure that she would be in a more advantageous position in the future interactions.
Or... take the initiative?
The thought only flashed through her mind, and she had already made up her mind. So, she suppressed her shyness, took the initiative to put her hand on Shen Chuan's hand, turned her face sideways and whispered, "I'm full."
At this moment, she felt Shen Chuan's arm tremble slightly.
The next moment, their ten fingers were clasped together, and everything was said without words.
Chen Chuan didn't know how he managed to fill his stomach. He devoured all the food he could see, hoping to hide the unnatural feeling in his heart.
For a long time, neither of them let go of each other's hand, even when paying the bill.
When they reached the parking lot downstairs, Song Qingwei was the first to speak: "Let me take you home."
"Walk or... drive?"
Song Qingwei smiled sweetly: "Walk."
"good."
The two smiled at each other and walked hand in hand on the street.
No one spoke, but they seemed to be in sync with each other. They all walked slowly, as if they didn't want to reach the end so quickly.
They walked in silence for an hour, covering a distance of about 2 kilometers.
Downstairs of Tianxiahui, Chen Chuan walked towards the corridor step by step. Suddenly, he turned around and saw the graceful Song Qingwei, waving goodbye to him.
At this moment, Chen Chuan was unwilling to leave. He quickly stepped forward and took Song Qingwei's hand again.
"I was worried about you walking alone at night, so I decided to take you back to the car."
Song Qingwei's eyes were full of smiles. She stood on tiptoe and said sweetly, "Okay."
So, the two held hands again and walked towards the previous western restaurant.
This time, the two walked slower.
But every road has its end. After about an hour and a half, Chen Chuan sent her to the car. It was already 10:30 in the evening.
"I have to leave now." Song Qingwei sat in the car, a hint of reluctance in her eyes: "You should get some rest early too."
"Yeah! Be careful on your way back."
Song Qingwei smiled gently, waved her hand and drove away.
Watching her leave, Chen Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, and the slight restraint in his heart disappeared at this moment.
Twenty minutes later, he walked back to Tianxiahui. After a month, he came back here again, and a trace of emotion appeared on Chen Chuan's face.
This was the house he rented when he first got the system. When he moved in, he had so many fantasies about this place.
I opened the refrigerator, took out the drinks I had bought earlier, and sat down on the sofa.
"I have arrived home safely."
Song Qingwei sent a message and a cute emoticon.
"Okay, go to bed early, you still have to go to work tomorrow."
"Yeah, you go to bed early too."
Shen Chuan hummed a little tune, his eyes full of smiles.
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