[Cinderella] Prince go away

Through the gloves, Cinderella couldn't feel the temperature of the opponent's fingertips or even the palm.

But Cinderella knew that her fingers were a little cold, maybe it was because she had been outside for too long, or maybe she was nervous—although she didn't understand why she was nervous; but in contrast, it was her Cheeks are starting to heat up.

Cinderella was a little curious as to whether the heat on her face was hotter than the freshly baked apple pie.

But her attention quickly shifted from her face to the man's hand.

His hands are so strong, yet so gentle.

Cinderella, who fell to the ground because of the children's pushing, stood up slowly with the support of the man, and during the whole process, the man's hand held her tightly, without any shaking Not to mention, it didn't even hurt Cinderella at all.

Fortunately, even though Cinderella's foot was knocked down while stepping on the high heels, there was no sprain, just...

Stepping on the soft but prickly grass with her right foot, Cinderella looked up at the man again, but when her eyes once again met the man's pair of words that exhausted all the words she had and could be used to praise. Behind the eyes that could not be described well, Cinderella subconsciously shifted her gaze downward a little.

Then it stayed on the man's lips that still maintained the proper curvature.

Cinderella thought it might be more dangerous than looking into his eyes—in a sense she couldn't even name—but Cinderella wasn't sure if she had the courage to look up a third time.

"That...sorry."

In fact, Cinderella doesn't know why she is apologizing now. It may be because of what she is going to say next, or it may be because of her rude behavior for not looking directly into his eyes-but Cinderella feels that if she looks at him If you look into your eyes, you may say more words that you can't understand.

In the panic, Cinderella seemed to hear the man in front of him laughing lowly, but Cinderella, who had been watching his lips, did not see any change in the curvature of the man's mouth.

"I……"

In fact, Cinderella didn't know why speech became so difficult for her at this moment, but at this moment, she heard a man's voice.

"Don't be nervous."

He said.

Probably because she was staring at his lips, Cinderella realized that the man's deep voice inadvertently made her body tremble slightly.

Although his voice was deep but not hoarse, on the contrary, it was as mellow as the spirits his father had drunk.

Of course, Cinderella had no contact with alcohol before this, but her father once described the glass of fine wine in his hands in this way, and then her father answered her question about the word "mellow" in this way——

Just like melted chocolate.

Cinderella felt that the man's voice at this time might be described in the same way.

The man's mouth just opened and closed in front of Cinderella's eyes. His speech speed was not fast—nor was it as slow as Tana's deliberately slowed down exaggerated recitation when she was holding a collection of poems, but Cinderella felt that she It seems to have captured almost every shape of his mouth.

Although his words sounded vague to Cinderella, his voice and soothing tone made Cinderella calm again, "Calm down, it's okay to speak slowly."

Having said that, the man didn't say anything more.

It just returned to silence, as if to give Cinderella time to calm down.

Cinderella also knew that she had to regain her composure, otherwise she might not be able to say what she wanted to say after the concert in the house was over—and she didn't know how long she could last.Thinking of this, she closed her eyes slightly, and then took a deep breath.

In the garden at night in spring, there is still a little coolness in the air, and in this season after all things have recovered, the air is also mixed with the natural atmosphere of soil and grass, trees and flowers.

—— Cinderella can feel it all.

Naturally, it was also mixed with the breath of the man in front of him who kept a certain distance from him - a distance that didn't seem intimate but also didn't seem alienated like the first time they met.

It was more complicated than the air of a spring night, but it didn't disgust Cinderella.

even……

There is also a subtle affection.

Cinderella exhaled slowly. After repeating this behavior three or four times, she had returned to her usual calmness. She finally raised her head for the third time, met those truly charming eyes, and tried her best to He kept calm and said.

"Although it's very impolite, can...can you please turn around for a while?"

Having said that, Cinderella looked at the high heels she had dropped not far away under the gaze of the man—although her ankle was not sprained, the shoe on her right foot fell to the ground.

At this time, her right foot stepped on the lawn of the courtyard through the socks. Although the newly planted grass in spring is soft, it still feels uncomfortable after standing for a long time—especially her left foot is still wearing high heels. The difference between high and low made Cinderella have the urge to take off her left shoe as well.

But this is just an impulse.

After hearing Cinderella's words, the man immediately understood the reason for her previous embarrassment and panic. His face immediately became a little more embarrassed, but he turned around as Cinderella expected, and then... …

Walk towards Cinderella's dropped shoe.

Bending down to pick up Cinderella's dropped high-heeled shoes, the man returned to Cinderella, squatted down, and put the shoes within the reach of her when she stretched her feet a little, then he got up and looked at Cinderella again. La smiled.

Still the same arc as before.

"Sorry, I didn't notice it earlier."

He said things he shouldn't have, or had no reason to say at all.

"As an apology, you can hold my hand."

Having said that, the man stretched out his hand to Cinderella again, and then turned around appropriately, avoiding this scene that would make Cinderella feel awkward.

Cinderella looked at the man's hand reaching out to her. Although she felt a little embarrassed, she still put one right hand into the man's hand, and slightly lifted her skirt with her left hand—of course, she didn't raise it very high. She just controlled it within the range of not tripping herself; then she raised her right foot, which had been on the grass for a long time, and inserted it into the shoe that the man placed in front of her.

It was just the right distance, not too close for her to step on her skirt, but not too far away either.

Just like the impression the man had left on her so far.

"It's ready."

Cinderella said softly, and facing the man who had turned around, she expressed her thanks again, "Thank you, sir, actually...you don't have to do so much for me."

She wanted to say this when she saw the man picking up the shoes for her, but this would appear to be too much refusal—after all, it was also the kindness of the other party; but Cinderella felt that it would be even more strange not to say anything .

Although she couldn't tell what was so strange about it.

"You're still wearing a high heel on your left foot, and it's easy to sprain just walking over it."

But the man seemed to understand what Cinderella meant, and he didn't get angry or hurt—although the only man Cinderella came into contact with, that is, her father, would never get hurt because of such a trivial matter, but Cinderella heard what her sisters said , There is no shortage of such small-minded men in the social circle.

"Then I'll take the shoes..."

You can also take off your shoes.

Cinderella retorted subconsciously. This kind of behavior that did not conform to her usual style made her feel strange. Fortunately, she didn't finish her sentence - because the second half of the sentence that was not spoken, even she herself felt that it was too unlady. up.

"Walking on the grass without shoes on both feet will catch cold, you have stood on the grass for too long."

According to the man's logic, Cinderella didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, but when she thought that she had rejected the other party's kindness to some extent, Cinderella immediately looked a little embarrassed, "Sorry."

"You are really a girl who likes to apologize and thank you."

The man seemed to sigh slightly when he said this.

I don't know if it was Cinderella's illusion, but she always felt that the man's tone sounded... as if he had known her a long time ago and knew what kind of person she was.

But before today, she had never seen him.

This should be their first meeting.

"I'm sorry."

Cinderella replied subconsciously, and then realized that her behavior seemed to confirm the man's words. She lowered her head in shame, not knowing how to deal with the situation in front of her.

"Apology and thank you only need one time, miss."

There was a slight smile in the man's tone, and then he let go of Cinderella's hand since just now.

"Huh?" Hearing the familiar words, Cinderella looked at the man in front of her in surprise, "This sentence..."

It seemed that he didn't understand why Cinderella would respond to this sentence. The man just looked at him with a curious but gentle gaze, probably because of the deviation of the angle. Cinderella felt that his eyes were reflected by the moonlight. ...

It seems to be more shiny.

"This sentence was also said to me by someone else, what's the problem?"

"No, no."

Cinderella smiled, and didn't explain how many times she behaved strangely tonight.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

This sentence... what her mother once said to her.