Shi Qianqian looked at Fu Sinan, whose face had a gentle smile. He was indeed different from the image she had of him as someone who hit women and was utterly wicked.
Hesitantly, she said warily, "You said you'd take me shopping. If anything goes wrong, you can't blame me."
"Alright, come down." Fu Sinan didn't want to listen to all her nonsense.
Shi Qianqian put her schoolbag aside, got off the bus, and walked among the crowd. She felt unfamiliar, as if she would get lost if she didn't follow Fu Sinan. She ran after him like a little shadow.
I was afraid of bumping into him, so I kept a little distance.
Fu Si doesn't usually go out much. He's done too many things in the dark, so he's not used to being out in public. But he endured it for the sake of the child, took out a piece of candy and put it in his mouth to distract himself.
Shi Qianqian looked at the handsome men and beautiful women on the street and exclaimed, "Wow, they're so good-looking!"
She felt that some men and women in big cities were different.
They were dressed very fashionably, had great figures, and dressed stylishly. They looked like celebrities—so handsome and beautiful.
The world outside the well is full of color.
Shi Qianqian stopped there, unable to move, and then realized that all the men and women she saw were there for street photography, so they were dressed very fashionably, super fair-skinned, and super good-looking.
Just admiring it isn't enough to keep you entertained.
Fu Sinan turned around and saw the little girl behind him, who was looking up at someone with a crush. He then slapped her on the head lightly, but it woke Shi Qianqian up.
"Is it because I'm not handsome enough, or not charming enough, that you have to look at other people?" Fu Sinan asked in a low voice.
Shi Qianqian was startled, touched her head, and looked at Fu Sinan again.
I hadn't really looked at Fu Sinan before, but I thought he was fierce and cold.
Upon closer inspection, it actually looks quite nice.
Shi Qianqian compared the models' views from Fu Sinan's perspective.
Yes, models are more approachable.
You shouldn't choose a boyfriend like Fu Sinan.
Because domestic violence is either zero times or countless times.
It's best to be cautious.
However, she still had to obediently say, "Brother is quite handsome too, it's just..." She pressed her advantage and said, "If you were even nicer to me, that would be even better."
Fu Sinan followed her gaze; those people were slightly inferior to him, which was to be expected.
Hearing Shi Qianqian praise him like that, he was in a good mood. He patted the back of her head with his big hand and said reluctantly, "Look closely, you're no different from them."
Shi Qianqian became confident: "Really?"
"Um."
This made Shi Qianqian very happy; it was a rare thing to receive praise from Fu Sinan.
"Would you like some fruit?" Fu Sinan pointed to the large group of people gathered around, where the owner was peeling fruit for them.
Mixed fruits, a blend of flavors.
Shi Qianqian nodded: "Mhm."
Fu Sinan then bought her a box.
Shi Qianqian took the fork, put it in her mouth, and said happily, "It's so sweet! It's delicious! Do you want some, brother?"
She held the fork high, wanting Fu Sinan's approval.
But Fu Sinan was too tall, and it was difficult for her to raise her arm.
Fu Sinan didn't have the habit of sharing a fork with others, and casually said, "No need, you eat."
"Oh." Shi Qianqian withdrew her hand and hugged the fruit to her chest. "Then I'll eat it."
In no time, Shi Qianqian had finished it all.
In the crowd, Fu Sinan pulled Shi Qianqian behind him, afraid that she would be pushed around. However, he didn't really like touching others. To satisfy the child's vanity, he reluctantly endured it, shielding her from all the bumps and protecting her like a child.
Shi Qianqian saw an arcade, jumped out from behind him, and shouted, "Brother, there's a dance machine over there!"
For someone like Fu Sinan who has never touched a dance machine before, it's probably just a sleeping tool in front of him; he'd rather lie down than stand up.
Shi Qianqian didn't see that Fu Sinan actually wanted to refuse, and tugged at his sleeve: "Let's go, brother."
She absolutely had to touch the dance machine.
Fu Sinan asked, "You know how to play?"
Yes, I will.
At this moment, Shi Qianqian was full of confidence.
She might lose confidence in front of a girl who is dressed up beautifully, talks about luxury goods, and discusses what cosmetics are trending this year.
But here, she is the queen.
Confidence radiated from within, and with her school uniform zipper undone, she walked with a graceful gait. Shi Qianqian tied her school uniform around her waist, looking youthful, beautiful, and lively.
Many of his peers stood in front of the dance machine.
Several long-haired girls are dancing.
Others watched.
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