The moment Li Tangyan saw Lü Hua'er, she remembered that the person who was the leader of the people who had been chasing her that morning was her boyfriend, whom she had accidentally bumped into arguing with Lü Hua'er earlier.
Luchuan.
The warnings Lu Chuan and the others gave him in the alley that morning made it easy to guess who was behind that "farce."
But looking at the two people being intimate over there, one was Lu Chuan's employer, and the other was his girlfriend.
The art style is bizarre, and it looks rather strange no matter how you look at it.
As she thought about it, Li Tangyan's brows furrowed unconsciously.
On the other side, Wen Zhaonian only glanced at that direction before quickly looking away.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, her eyes unfathomable: "Let's go, let's go inside first."
As soon as the words were spoken, the figure on the other end turned into another direction, and the sound of the waiter calling out numbers again came from the side.
Upon hearing this, Li Tangyan turned her gaze away and followed Wen Zhaonian inside.
Before the hot pot broth boiled, Li Tangyan took out the rabbit-shaped mooncakes she had just bought from the street vendor.
I was about to take a picture of them, but after searching all my pockets, I couldn't find my phone.
He pressed his hands to his head, trying to recall some minor details, but to no avail.
"What's wrong?"
When Wen Zhaonian returned with his things, he saw Li Tangyan leaning dejectedly against a chair with a look of utter despair on her face.
Li Tangyan pursed her lips and sighed, "I don't know where I threw my phone. Try calling yours and see if you can get through."
"..."
Li Tangyan gripped Wen Zhaonian's phone tightly, her forehead pressed against the screen, muttering something unintelligible.
After a while, they heard the bag next to Wen Zhaonian vibrate.
The screen's light struggled to shine through the narrow cracks, as if complaining about her short-lived memory.
Li Tangyan's eyes lit up as she realized that she had hurriedly thrown her phone inside.
She leaned forward, about to ask Wen Zhaonian to pass it to her, but the man had already reached out his hand first.
However, a casual touch quickly revealed the machine's icy coolness.
Li Tangyan opened her lips, but before she could say thank you, her expression suddenly changed.
In an instant, as if remembering something, a faint blush rose to her cheeks: "Don't look!"
The chair base scraped against the ground with a screeching sound as he hurriedly stood up.
As Li Tangyan tried to grab the phone, she stumbled when she missed a step, and in an instant, her body involuntarily leaned forward.
Just when she thought she was definitely going to fall flat on her face today, the world spun around her and a faint scent of soap filled the space between them.
The commotion attracted quite a few onlookers.
However, Li Tangyan had no time to care about anything else at this moment. The hand around her waist carried a burning heat that spread through her clothes, making her feel numb all over her body.
She leaned lightly against Wen Zhaonian.
Listening to the heartbeats pounding in my ears and along my chest, my mind felt like a firework exploding in my head.
Driven by intense shame, Li Tangyan ignored whether Wen Zhaonian had seen the note on the screen.
Before she could react, her slender, soft hand instinctively concealed the fleeting mockery in those dark eyes...
Wen Zhaonian's vision went dark, and he felt the hand covering his eyes still trembling slightly.
Recalling the last note he saw on her screen, a small smile quietly curved his straight lips.
Even through the light filtering through her fingers, Wen Zhaonian could guess her expression without even thinking.
Unconsciously, as if some evil thoughts had suddenly arisen in his heart, he deliberately blinked.
The next second, her curled eyelashes swept across her palm, bringing a new layer of trembling.
At the same time, the hand on his shoulder curled up slightly, and the delicate fingertips dug into his clothes, creating small wrinkles.
The ticklish sensation as her palm brushed against him successfully brought her back to reality.
Li Tangyan curled her fingertips, stood up straight again, and was about to withdraw her hand when she felt her wrist on Wen Zhaonian's shoulder tighten.
As my gaze fell upon him, I saw the smooth lines of his hand beneath his rolled-up sleeves.
Her long, slender fingers, each resting on her wrist, became a "shackle" binding her from her guilty conscience, a shackle she longed to escape.
The hand that had been covering his eyes had been withdrawn at some point, revealing a pair of eyes as pure and black as obsidian.
Wen Zhaonian leaned back lazily in his chair.
With a flick of her eyelids, her other free hand turned on Li Tangyan's phone screen.
Looking at the person's face, which was as red as if it were about to bleed, he tilted his head to the side.
His pronunciation was clear, each word like a stone thrown into a cold, ancient well.
Ripples spread, echoes reverberated, sending a shiver down one's spine.
"Explain what it means to..."
"The father of my child."
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Until all the ordered items were placed on the table, waves of steam wafted over from the pot.
Li Tangyan felt as if she had been thrown into a sauna, with no coolness in the air.
Her face was still flushed, and she didn't even bother to look up, despite Wen Zhaonian's teasing gaze.
Her attention was so scattered that she didn't even notice when she put a meatball that had just been fished out of the spicy pot into her mouth.
The meatballs, soaked in juice, burst open completely in Li Tangyan's mouth.
It not only burned the tip of my tongue, but also caused a wave of discomfort in my throat.
The cough wouldn't stop, and the light pink on her skin quickly spread from her cheeks to her ears.
Then, a can of Wanglaoji herbal tea was suddenly placed in front of them, with slender fingers covering it and a thin layer of mist.
The water droplets that fell from his fingertips landed on the table, creating a small, silent ripple.
Wen Zhaonian was looking at her with his chin propped up on his hand, the warm yellow light shining on him as if he were coated with a light white.
"I, who am an unlicensed father, haven't said anything yet, but your reaction is even stronger than mine."
"Feeling guilty, huh?"
The deliberately drawn-out ending sound was like a hook with a hint of ambiguity, gently stirring the heart.
With a flick of her eyelids, a mischievous glint appeared in her narrow, almond-shaped eyes, adding an indescribable tenderness.
The more aloof and somewhat ascetic a person like Wen Zhaonian is, the more passionate they become, even more intense than firelight, once worldly emotions are stirred in their eyes and brows.
It can make one's heart tremble.
This was an idea that Li Tangyan had considered before.
But when she actually met that gaze, she felt like she was being boiled in a hot pot.
Her long eyelashes trembled, falling beneath her eyes and casting a faint shadow in the dappled light.
The lips, stimulated by the spiciness, were flushed a bright red.
She looked up and gave Wen Zhaonian a reproachful look.
Her bright eyes were still tinged with a thin layer of mist, and her voice was low, gentle, and soft.
With a hint of reproach, like a soft cat's paw gently scratching at the heart, Wen Zhaonian felt for a moment that time seemed to stand still.
"Stop talking, I'm guilty, okay?"
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