Su Er casually glanced at his expression. "I see you usually wear formal attire, this should be quite practical. Do you like the style?"
"How could I not like it if it was picked by our Er'er?" Jiang Siyan's voice, as always, seemed to possess a captivating magic.
Looking into his eyes, Su Er suddenly felt a sense of loss.
He always seemed to be like this, lazy and nonchalant, but the affection in his eyes was profound.
She couldn't understand him, nor could she see through him.
Jiang Siyan is someone who makes people feel both anxious and insecure, yet also addictive and fascinated.
They had many close moments, yet they always remained a few steps apart, as if it were the first time they had met.
Su Er forced herself to clear her mind of those wild thoughts, looked away, and said, "Then I'll go up."
Jiang Siyan quickly grabbed her hand, his gaze falling on her lips beneath the mask, a tender smile on his face: "Nothing you've forgotten?"
Su Er understood what he meant, glanced around shyly, and said, "We're outside."
"Then you can get on the bus first," Jiang Siyan suggested.
"No, next time, I won't make it up to you next time we meet. I'm really going up now," Su Er said in a soft, coquettish voice.
Feeling the pressure on her wrist loosen, Su Er breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say goodbye again before going upstairs.
Suddenly, the sound of wind and rain in my ears became louder, and my auditory perception was disrupted.
"Little Er?"
“Near.”
Two shouts rang out at the same time, but Su Er only heard one of them.
With her mask pulled down to her chin, Su Er leaned forward, half of her head sticking into the car.
She had no energy left to worry about whether someone was calling her; her mind was completely focused on the oppressive pressure of the hand on the back of her neck and the moist, soft lips.
The farewell kiss was somewhat intense.
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