”Yes! Your expression is so serious, yet the words sound like a joke.” From the moment she got in the car until now, she had observed every subtle change on his face.
Don’t think he only has one expression; if you observe carefully, he actually does show emotions on his face, and combined with his deep voice, it becomes even more charming and attractive.
”I’m not joking.” Feng Shaohao looked at her bright, delicate face, perhaps overthinking that her boldness and enthusiasm stemmed from innocence, not ulterior motives.
”The most impressive people are those who don’t laugh when telling jokes! Like me – every time I tell a joke, I end up laughing so hard I can barely speak, and the other person can’t even understand!” Recalling past events, her smile grew wider.
Today, Feng Shaohao was truly enlightened. This was the first time he’d met such a cheerful girl who never stopped smiling, and what impressed him most was her ability to chatter endlessly about everything, turning each topic into a long narrative.
Strangely, he didn’t find her annoying. He just quietly watched and listened, and when he came to his senses, over an hour had passed, and they had arrived at the National Museum.
”Wait! I’ll pay half the fare.” Lin Qianzhu pulled out Japanese yen from her purse and handed it to the driver.
Feng Shaohao didn’t refuse, paid the other half of the fare, shouldered his backpack, picked up his computer as he got out, “Return my notebook.”
”Can’t I keep this notebook?”
”No.”
”Oh.” Realizing there was no room for negotiation, she obediently handed it back.
”We’ll go our separate ways.” He secured the notebook and stepped towards the museum.
Though he said this, it didn’t mean she agreed to part ways. She quietly followed three steps behind him. How interesting, the feeling of pursuing a man was exciting and thrilling. She hoped the saying “a woman pursuing a man is separated by a veil” was true.
Feng Shaohao knew she was following closely but paid no attention. It wasn’t about being cool or showing off; he was simply accustomed to a solitary life. Even standing on a bustling street, he still felt alone.
