rely on face to eat

The tourism industry is developed here in the resort, and the night market is just a few streets away from the door.

Ye Yin wore Lu Shabai's skirt, which looked a little long. She simply lifted the skirt up, tied it in a knot, and raised the length of the skirt above her knees, revealing a pair of long and straight legs.

When I first entered the night market, I saw someone selling beach sandals next to me. Almost every tourist who came to Thailand had a pair. She bought a pair of mango-embellished ones and put them on on the spot. It unexpectedly matched this skirt.

"I want to eat passion fruit ice cream!"

Lu Shabai was unexpectedly silent, usually she was the one who set the pace, but today seeing the dazzling array of snacks at the night market, Ye Yin had no choice but to keep raising the topic, saying that she wanted to eat this and that.

There happened to be a freezer car passing by. They bought two ice creams and sat in front of the car with a small umbrella to eat the ice cream. The passion fruit was sour in the mouth and then became sweet. Landing Sand White.

The other party didn't notice her gaze, and was still immersed in his own world.

The small umbrellas in the rest area are colorful, forming a common tropical landscape with the blue freezer truck. A few Thai boys dancing hip-hop in the front whistled to them when they passed by.

Ye Yin ate half a cup of ice cream, and finally couldn't help it, and asked her:

"what happened to you?"

"Ah?" Lu Shabai came back to his senses, and smiled a little forcedly, "It's okay, is the ice cream delicious?"

"generally."

Ye Yin puffed up her face, as if for the taste of ice cream. In fact, her doubts were deeper. Why did Lu Shabai suddenly act so absent-minded?

With her superficial understanding of Lu Shabai, it is impossible for her to be lost in the void when the food is in front of her.

The stars and the moon in the sky are not brighter than usual, and the trees on the street are drooping their branches and leaves, looking wilted by the sun.

"Next time we buy the kind of popsicles." Lu Shabai took a sip and put down the spoon, "That kind is more delicious."

Immediately, she turned to look at the street band performing nearby, her expression clearly not listening.

Only she knew that the entanglement in her heart almost turned her head over.

Ms. Lu is vigorous at work and neat and tidy in life. Although she is a bit procrastinating in matters of relationship, she loves to pretend to be an ostrich, unwilling to face reality, and unwilling to puncture the window paper...

But it was never as scary as this time!

She is not the kind of person who thinks about "do I like you?" She is very clear about her own emotional trends.

It's like a bookshelf full of books with different contents and labels.She is not only very clear about who she is and what feelings she has, but even a little indifferent.

Some people like a little bit but don't like it very much, it doesn't matter if they can be together or not.

Some people like it very much, but it seems that it can't last long, so just don't touch this minefield.

Some people are pretty good but it seems that the reality is not suitable, so don't touch the stone with the egg.

Due to all kinds of concerns, the 27-year-old Ms. Lu has never been in love a few times, and she can count on one hand.

This time, as soon as she noticed her thoughts about Ye Yin, she felt dangerous.

19 years old, artist, road to superstardom, agent, company, resources, entertainment circle...

Either way is a hurdle that cannot be escaped.

What makes Lu Shabai feel the most dangerous is not these at all.

All of them are hurdles that cannot be escaped, and none of them is what Lu Shabai cares about.

What made her care, what made her feel the most dangerous was...

desire.

Strong attraction, from the skin between her neck and chest, to her calves, ankles, fingers, the scent between her hair, the laughter when she walks, the longing to be touched by her, and possessiveness.

Wanting to get closer and then pushing away, wanting to touch and then letting go.

Lu Shabai didn't think he could control himself.

Of course, it is impossible for her to hand over the fruit that is close to her eyes because of such feelings, which will affect her work.

So this balance problem is very uncomfortable...

The hoarse roar of the street band couldn't reach her ears at all. Lu Shabai held his chin and waited for Ye Yin to finish eating the box of ice cream before commenting on their performance:

"This environment should sing a soothing song."

She was hiding something in her heart, and felt awkward being held by Ye Yin, so she pulled out her hand without showing any signs, and said to her:

"Let's go get some hand cream."

Hand cream? ? ?

Ye Yin had a question mark on his forehead, he really didn't expect to jump to hand cream.

Anyway, hand cream is considered a special product in Thailand, so it is not too obtrusive. Lu Shabai took her to a small shop on the street, swept a bunch of cute hand cream into the shopping cart, and enjoyed the fun of being a tourist.

There are also handmade soaps of various shapes in the specialty store, which are lifelike and very flattering. I bought one of the same pieces, and with some small accessories, there is nothing to buy in the night market.

Walking back to the food area, Ye Yin held the bag and asked:

"Are we going to eat later?"

"Eat," Lu Shabai just bought and bought casually, and took it back to give away casually, "Let's have some fried noodles later."

She didn't eat at night. She was already hungry, so she put aside her little thoughts and sat in front of the fried noodle stall until she was full.

The chow mein shop is not big, the proprietress is very busy inside, the daughter knows a little English and Chinese, standing outside to order the customers, the shop is full of the aroma of chow mein.

Putting those strawberry and banana-shaped hand creams aside, Lu Shabai went to the fruit shop next door to buy a box of fruit for Ye Yin, and waited for the stall owner to serve her seafood fried noodles.

Ye Yin was stared at by her, feeling a little hairy in her heart, wondering if she wanted to eat fruit, but she was too embarrassed to speak, so she silently pushed the box in front of her and asked:

"Eat?"

...not actually want to eat fruit.

Even so, Lu Shabai still forked a piece of cucumber, and the sweet and astringent taste spread in his mouth, making people panic.

The weather is sweltering, and people's hearts are restless.

Lu Shabai was drinking lemonade, thinking that it would be better to hit the sun than to choose another day, but let's not talk about the result, let's ask the question first.

In case the little girl is just a fledgling complex and can't even tell what liking is, she spends too much time thinking about it, isn't she a beast?

"Ye Yin," she rarely called her full name, "Have you ever liked anyone?"

???

Sudden account check? ? ?

Miss Ye, who had no love experience, choked on the juice, coughed a few times, and then raised her hand to express her innocence.

"I've never been in a relationship! Absolutely no gossip!"

This brain wave, why can't it match...

Ms. Lu, who didn't have a lot of love experience, also choked on the juice and coughed a few times, so she could only follow the trend and do business.

"You have no ex-boyfriend or abortion on your resume. I know that. Have you ever had a crush on a male classmate?"

"No... There was one in junior high school! After a few days of crush..."

"Does he know it? If the media makes a fuss about it in the future, it will be against you."

"No... I know... Maybe... I sent you a cup of milk tea..."

Also sent a cup of milk tea?

Lu Shabai raised his eyebrows, seeing the manager's appearance, Ye Yin was even more timid.

"Borrowed a book..."

"Nothing else?"

"Gone……"

"Where's the female classmate?"

"Received the small note..."

Very good. I had a lot of experience in my student days. Lu Shabai continued to ask her while playing with her mobile phone:

"What kind of note?"

"Just... that kind of..."

Ye Yin couldn't say anything, so she just took the pen and the menu next to her, brushed it with a few strokes, and then handed it to her.

"This kind."

Lu Shabai took it, and a line of handwriting was clearly visible on a small piece of paper.

--I like you.

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