Si Jin drove the car but did not return to the base immediately. Instead, he took Song Nanwu to the mall to buy clothes.
Underground parking lot.
Song Nanwu glanced at the cars parked around her, frowned slightly, looked at Si Jin with some confusion, and asked, "Aren't you going back to the base?"
Si Jin was fully armed, wearing a mask, sunglasses and a hat.
After hearing this, he glanced at Song Nanwu and his eyes fell on her left arm.
The blood stains on the white sleeves had long since dried, but the hint of red was particularly piercing to his eyes.
"Get off the car and I'll buy you some clothes."
Without waiting for Song Nanwu's reaction, Si Jin opened the car door and stepped out. If anyone was there, they would definitely take a second look at her long legs.
Song Nanwu got out of the car right after him, looked at him from across the car, and said, "Captain, I don't need to buy clothes, I can just change when I get back to the base."
Si Jin glanced at her with a leer, then walked closer to her, curled her red lips slightly, and leaned over slightly, leaning close to Song Nanwu's ear and whispering softly: "I'm buying you clothes as hush money. I hope that this little sister who believes in Buddhism won't tell anyone about what happened last night."
Along with the clear and pleasant voice, warm breath sprayed on the ears, causing a slight itch.
Song Nanwu stepped back, creating some distance between herself and Si Jin. She looked at him seriously and said, "Captain, you don't have to pay me hush money. I won't tell anyone about what happened last night."
Si Jin stood up straight, glanced at Song Nanwu and chuckled, "Amitabha, as the saying goes, if you take someone's money, you will be soft-hearted, and if you eat someone's money, you will be grateful to them. Only when you accept the hush money can people feel at ease."
Song Nanwu frowned.
She didn't have much pursuit in clothing. In the 27th century, she mostly stayed in military areas and basically wore military uniforms.
After entering the 21st century, her clothes were also picked for her by vegetables.
So she had never considered buying clothes, and...
"Captain, aren't you afraid that those who received hush money will still leak the secrets?" Song Nanwu asked him coldly, "That would be more trouble than it's worth!"
The deep eyes beneath the sunglasses concealed the creepy sharpness. Si Jin raised his lips coldly, "How about a non-Buddhist lady give it a try?"
His voice was calm, without any emotion. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Besides, wouldn't a Buddhist believer be afraid of being struck by lightning if he lacked any professional ethics? However, I believe our Buddhist sister is not the kind of person without any professional ethics."
Song Nanwu: “…”
She specifically looked up on the Internet what it meant to believe in Buddhism.
Seeing Si Jin was silent, Song Nanwu still defended herself in a cold voice, "Captain, I don't believe in Buddhism."
"Heh." Si Jin glanced at her and chuckled, "So our Amitabha Buddha is planning to leak the secret?"
Song Nanwu said seriously, "Don't leak the secret. It has nothing to do with whether I believe in Buddhism or not."
Seeing her calculating like this, Si Jin couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and pulled the string on her sweatshirt, saying, "Let's go, Buddhist sister, I'll buy you hush money."
Song Nanwu was dragged to follow his footsteps, and couldn't help but twitch her eyebrows.
This person is really...
Song Nanwu is not picky about clothes, and Si Jin seems to be even less picky. She buys all the clothes she tries on in the store with her credit card.
If Song Nanwu hadn't gotten tired of trying on clothes and decided not to try them anymore, Si Jin would have looked so excited that she probably wanted to buy all the clothes in the mall that suited her.
In this regard, Song Nanwu thought of a word: stupid people with a lot of money.
Moreover, it would be more reassuring to take her to the food court on the first floor rather than buying her clothes as hush money.
So, Si Jin, who was planning to return to the base after buying clothes, did not leave. Instead, he accompanied Song Nanwu to eat a lot in the food area on the first floor.
Looking at Song Nanwu sitting across from him happily eating skewers, Si Jin's eyes turned slightly cold, and his clear voice was tinged with a hint of displeasure, "Let me watch you eat, Amitabha, are you a devil?"
Song Nanwu was eating a string of squid when she heard someone's unhappy tone. She looked over and said in a cold and innocent voice, "Captain, isn't it you who doesn't want to eat it?"
"Heh." Si Jin sneered, "You probably want to accompany me to the hot search headlines."
Song Nanwu shut up and didn't say anything else, looking at him with some sympathy in her eyes.
Receiving her sympathetic gaze, the corners of Si Jin's mouth twitched violently under the mask. This woman!
"Didn't I give you lunch? Eat quickly and go back." He urged in a bad tone.
"I want to eat for a while longer. Captain, why don't you go back first?" Song Nanwu looked at him and said seriously.
"You want to eat more! Song Nanwu, are you a pig?" Si Jin frowned at her, his tone still bad.
This is the first time I've called her name like this.
Song Nanwu ate the last skewer of meat and looked at him with burning eyes, "Captain, I don't accept personal attacks."
Si Jin felt inexplicably guilty when he saw her look. He didn't say anything and didn't listen to her to go ahead. He followed Song Nanwu with a little emotion.
Song Nanwu ignored him and continued shopping and eating. She even bought a yogurt drink for Si Jin.
She took a sip herself and it had a strong yogurt flavor.
Si Jin glared at her, his expression obscured by the mask and sunglasses. He only said in an irritated voice, "I don't want milk tea."
"This doesn't seem to be milk tea, it's made with yogurt. Captain, would you like to try it?" Song Nanwu handed it over and said to him.
Under normal circumstances, Si Jin would have said he didn't want to drink, but now, even in the midst of the noise, that cold voice was still audible, and it seemed to carry a hint of coaxing.
Si Jin took it as if possessed by a ghost, looked at Song Nanwu with a half-believing, half-doubting gaze, and said, "Are you sure it's yogurt?"
"Yeah, what I'm drinking is yogurt." Song Nanwu responded softly.
"What flavor?" he asked.
Song Nanwu didn't notice this. When he asked, she looked at the cup in her hand and said, "I don't know. I just ordered something casually."
Si Jin frowned, reached out and tugged at the string of Song Nanwu's sweatshirt, pulling it towards him. As he closed the distance between them, he bowed his head and whispered, "Amitabha, remember, I like strawberry and yellow peach flavored yogurt. Buy them for me next time, and don't buy the wrong ones."
The clear and pleasant voice carries an unquestionable dominance.
Song Nanwu looked up at him, pulled the hoodie string from his palm, and replied, "Okay, I understand."
It seemed that this answer pleased Si Jin. The corners of his mouth under the mask were deeply curled, and even the look in his eyes when he looked at Song Nanwu became much more pleasing.
"What else do you want to eat? Buy some and eat them on the bus. Don't eat alone."
Thinking about how he had just watched her eating alone for a long time, Si Jin couldn't help but sneer.
If it were someone else, who would dare to do such a bold move in front of him!
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