technology
Zhou Qianling noticed it, and besides feeling frustrated, he began to feel like retreating.
If the other person is disgusted by this, she should stop trying.
The road was bumpy, and she gently pinched the fabric on both sides of Wu Meilai's waist, not overstepping the line even a little.
The two were silent for about ten minutes until they drove onto the winding mountain road. Because the slope was slightly steep, Zhou Qianling had to hold on to Wu Meilai's clothes with one hand and support himself on the back seat with the other hand to avoid falling.
"Hold me tight." Wu Mei spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.
"Will you feel uncomfortable?"
"What?"
Zhou Qianling explained: "Will you feel uncomfortable if I get close to you?"
Wu Meilai had a hunch that this question might not be simple, but she still shook her head honestly, "No."
Zhou Qianling curled his lips and thought, you allowed it yourself.
The atmosphere that had been a little depressing became lively again, and Wu Meilai breathed a sigh of relief.
After a bump, he crossed his hands in front of his abdomen, applying just the right amount of force to create the perfect itch.
The motorcycle started running smoothly again, but the hands around the waist tightened quietly.
"Your technique is quite good."
While Wu Meilai was whispering in her ear, something soft touched her back.
She knows what it is!
Her face felt hot, and a strange feeling welled up from the depths of her heart, a subtle, almost thirsty feeling. She unconsciously shifted up a gear. As the cool breeze washed away the excess heat from her face, the elusive feeling slowly receded.
This isn't normal, Wu Meilai thought to herself.
Whether it was what she was talking about... technology, or, there, there squeezing herself.
None of this is normal!
Do you want to ask clearly?
Wu Meilai was secretly troubled.
"What are you thinking about?" A chuckle sounded in my ear, physically, at a distance from me.
Zhou Qianling rested his chin on her shoulder, clenched his hands again, and his lips brushed against the tip of her red ear.
Wu Meilai swallowed her saliva.
This is definitely not normal!
"technology."
"Um?"
Wu Meilai was in a trance for a moment. When that simple question reached her ears, it seemed to circle around her head several times, like a small hook to catch her soul.
"What do you mean by technology?"
No one responded for a long time. Wu Meilai turned her head, glanced at her, and quickly turned back.
Why is it that expression, half-smile, half-smile, with a hint of sarcasm?
Am I overthinking it?
"I mean, your driving skills are very steady."
Wu Meilai pursed her lips, and her face began to heat up again.
Fortunately, she had already reached the street. She stopped and drove around the people coming and going, and stopped in front of a mutton noodle restaurant. She shouted into the restaurant, "Uncle, I left your motorcycle here."
She thought of something and turned to ask Zhou Qianling: "Do you want to eat something?"
“Is it different from what you did?”
“All mutton noodles are similar.”
"I want to eat."
Without her having to open her mouth, Wu Meilai directly ordered two small bowls of mutton noodles.
This shop is bigger than the one Wu Mei came from. It has four square tables and a stove.
Wu Mei came and found a table next to the stove, asked Zhou Qianling to sit near the stove, and sat opposite her.
Besides her uncle slurping noodles in the store, there was also an aunt in her fifties sitting at the table diagonally opposite them.
The two of them didn't say anything, but neither of them took out their phones to play.
As soon as Wu Meilai's uncle left, Zhou Qianling began to clench his hands on the table restlessly, leaving only one index finger exposed. Like a caterpillar, he crawled to the opposite side, and then lay down on Wu Meilai's fingernail, motionless.
Wu Mei didn't hide, but she didn't look either. She just stared at a spot on the table. It wasn't until she felt the other person finish scraping her nails and start to move up the back of her hand that she finally couldn't stand it anymore...she withdrew her hand and put it back under the table.
Zhou Qianling: "You just..."
"No spicy flavor." A bowl of noodles was placed on the table.
Zhou Qianling turned around and saw that the boss had already returned to the kitchen. If Zhou Qianling hadn't been sure that she hadn't done anything to displease him, she would have thought that the boss was turning his back on her.
She remembered that Wu Meilai did the same thing on the day she first arrived in Laowa Village.
"What are you laughing at?" Wu Meilai asked curiously.
"When I first met you, I thought you didn't like me." He took out his chopsticks and stirred the noodles. "What did you think of me then?"
The boss brought another bowl of noodles, and Wu Meilai used the action of eating noodles to lower her head and avoid her sight.
"I feel like you're still the same as when you were a kid," she said vaguely.
"So what do you think of me when I was a kid?" Zhou Qianling persisted.
"A fair and lovely little girl."
"What now?"
She goes around in circles just to hear people praise her.
Wu Meilai ignored her and urged, "The noodles won't taste good if they're soaked for too long."
Zhou Qianling paused and picked up a piece of rice noodle and chewed it slowly like a lady.
The taste seems to be the same, but it doesn’t seem as good as the Mutton Noodles in Clay Pot at Meilai. I don’t know if it’s because they don’t use a clay pot.
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