Chapter 68 So... you don't hate me?
If this were a game, her affection level for He Ziyan would probably have already exceeded 2000 points, enough to unlock the [Touch] function.
Uh... they have indeed used "touch".
Remembering the strong heartbeat beneath her raincoat, her face began to flush again.
It was as hot as He Ziyan's chest.
ah……
After politely responding to the staff's thanks, He Ziyan turned and walked towards Jiang Luo.
"You..." Would you like to eat some too?
Before he could finish speaking, He Ziyan choked, staring at Jiang Luo as he slowly leaned closer.
Because of this sudden attention, Jiang Luo's already flushed face turned even redder. Her eyes widened, and she looked slightly dazed. "Hmm?"
"Your face is so red. Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a fever?" He Ziyan asked anxiously, his brows furrowed.
He raised his hand, about to touch Jiang Luo's forehead, but withdrew it when his eyes met hers. He said worriedly, "If you're not feeling well, we won't go."
Jiang Luo felt guilty.
She blushed when she recalled the moment he hugged her.
He Ziyan's worries made her feel even more guilty.
She fanned herself with her hand and quickly said, "I'm fine, it's just a bit stuffy in the cabin. I'll go outside for some fresh air."
"I'll go with you." Without waiting for a reply, He Ziyan led Jiang Luo toward the exit.
He was in front, slightly turned to the side to wait for Jiang Luo. When she passed through the door, he even used his arm to shield her from the edge, afraid that she might bump into something.
This is clearly treating her like a patient.
Jiang Luo's guilt doubled once again.
The sea breeze was salty, damp, and slightly cool, carrying away the heat from my cheeks; it felt very comfortable.
A row of benches was set up next to the entrance for tourists to sit on.
Jiang Luo took her seat first without any hesitation, and He Ziyan sat down next to her.
Finally, Jiang Luo took off her sunglasses and casually tucked them into the pocket of her denim jacket.
It's already dark; wearing sunglasses now would be incredibly stupid.
On the left, He Ziyan still sat upright as always, his back to the wall, like a robot just taken off the production line.
On the right, Jiang Luo was more relaxed, her long legs stretched out straight, comfortably embracing the sea breeze and the beautiful night.
After a while, my dizzy head cleared up.
Jiang Luo suddenly remembered that before leaving home, she had resolved to distance herself from He Ziyan and deliberately act indifferent towards him so that he would back down.
As a result, by the end of the day, their relationship had actually grown closer instead of distant.
Jiang Luo is a self-disciplined person. During work hours, she can control her diet and strictly diet to maintain her weight. During non-work hours, she can sleep on time to maintain her physical condition.
But after meeting He Ziyan, her self-discipline crumbled completely.
The rules I set for myself were eventually broken one by one and shattered into pieces.
She always reminded herself to stay away when she didn't see He Ziyan, but as soon as she saw him, she was captivated by his gentleness, thoughtfulness, consideration, and occasional cunning.
It turns out that the unchecked growth of affection cannot be restrained by self-discipline.
"Luo Luo, are you feeling better?" He Ziyan asked again.
You could tell he was still worried.
Jiang Luo gave a lazy "hmm", propped her hands on the chair, and swung her legs.
"I'm fine," she said softly.
He Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."
The boat moved slowly forward, pushing aside the waves, and the ripples spread out in circles.
The two sat in silence for a while.
Gazing at the distant lighthouse and listening to the ship's horn, He Ziyan suddenly spoke up: "Luo Luo, I want to ask you a question."
The live broadcast time had passed, and the staff had finished work. Perhaps because they felt indebted to He Ziyan, everyone stayed in the cabin after eating his food and didn't bother them.
The world was so quiet that it seemed as if only the two of them and the vast sea remained.
Not being monitored, Jiang Luo felt no psychological burden and cheerfully replied, "Ask!"
"So far, how would you rate this date?"
He Ziyan remained calm, gazing ahead without a trace of emotion, as if he didn't care at all.
However, his slightly curled fingers betrayed him.
He was nervous, curious, and expectant.
What score would you give him, Luo Luo?
In stark contrast to his complex emotions, when Jiang Luo heard this question, only one thought popped into his mind: It's about scoring again!
Previously, when He Ziyan gave a speech, Ji Bei asked her to score He Ziyan.
Is it possible that all male engineering students prefer quantitative approaches?
Does it feel like... it can also be quantified using fractions?
Jiang Luo was both amused and exasperated.
Although she had some reservations about the questions asked, she still gave He Ziyan an exceptionally high score.
"Ninety-nine points."
Far higher than expected!
He Ziyan raised his eyebrows, his joy barely concealed in his eyes.
He carefully observed Jiang Luo's expression.
I'm not joking, and I'm not just being perfunctory; I genuinely gave his planned date a score of 99 out of 100!
His joy lasted only a second, but then, driven by a thirst for knowledge, he pressed on, "Where did that point go?"
I'm deducting one point because I don't want you to get arrogant.
I imagine He Ziyan wouldn't understand this joke.
After all, he's someone who spends all his time interacting with AI.
With a quick glance, Jiang Luo hatched a wicked idea.
Instead of giving a definitive answer, she tilted her head, sized up He Ziyan for a moment, and then teased him, "Then analyze it for me."
She wanted to know what kind of answer He Ziyan would give.
“Okay.” He Ziyan lowered his head to think.
They were meticulous and conscientious, as if they were doing a math problem.
Seeing this, Jiang Luo pursed her lips, struggling to suppress her laughter.
One minute later.
He Ziyan raised his face and said seriously, "I've made up my mind."
It felt like a job interview.
Jiang Luo gestured "please" and, acting as the examiner, said, "He Ziyan, please answer."
“First,” He Ziyan began calmly, “I showed you my schedule in advance this morning, which ruined the surprise of our date.”
Is He Ziyan still bothered by this?
Jiang Luo stroked her chin: "But seeing the itinerary and actually experiencing it are different. When I was in the amusement park, I felt real surprises. Whether it was the carousel, the pirate ship, or the Ferris wheel, they all gave me different feelings, feelings that were different from before."
She clearly intended to tease He Ziyan, but after hearing his explanation, Jiang Luo felt a surge of resentment.
It's like seeing someone badmouth your friend.
She was arguing her case for the date and momentarily forgot her own position.
He Ziyan was stunned.
He didn't expect Jiang Luo to refute him.
However, this rebuttal actually made him happy.
It seems that Luo Luo was really satisfied with this date.
He sized up Jiang Luo, a sly glint in his eyes, and said, "Secondly, I took you to a children's art exhibition. You probably didn't like it, did you?"
"I love it!" Jiang Luo raised her voice. "Children's imaginations far surpass ours. Although the drawing is a bit immature, the picture is still harmonious and very interesting."
He Ziyan's lips curved into a smile, like a fox. "Oh? Is that so?"
"Of course!"
He Ziyan continued, "Third, I shouldn't have held you in my arms without your permission."
"There's a reason for that, isn't there? It's because you want to protect me," he blurted out.
Jiang Luo suddenly felt enlightened.
What is she doing?
Wasn't she teasing He Ziyan?
Why do I suddenly feel like I'm the one being teased by He Ziyan?
"So...you don't hate me?" He Ziyan's voice rang out again.
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