“I’m known as the Queen of Carelessness. If I joined the soccer team, the team members would be busy repairing the tables and chairs I’ve broken, leaving no time to play soccer. Isn’t that the biggest waste of talent?” Ding Wanyang laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
“But I think you should be called ‘Miss Goody-Two-Shoes’,” Jiang Xudong smiled, looking at Ding Wanyang’s hazy and beautiful face in the soft moonlight, apparently disagreeing with her “Queen of Carelessness” title.
“Huh?” Ding Wanyang was stunned for a moment.
Seeing Ding Wanyang’s eyes locked on him, Jiang Xudong paused slightly, “I said to treat me, and you immediately agreed. You’re so agreeable, if not ‘Miss Goody-Two-Shoes’, what should I call you?”
Ding Wanyang immediately understood and laughed, “As it should be, thank you.”
“What should we eat?” Jiang Xudong rubbed his hands, walking side by side with Ding Wanyang.
“You choose,” Ding Wanyang smiled softly, gripping the bill in her palm more tightly.
“What do you usually like to eat?” Jiang Xudong looked at Ding Wanyang.
“I… I like…” Ding Wanyang’s words suddenly stopped. She noticed the small English logo on the chest of Jiang Xudong’s casual short-sleeved jacket: Prada.
“What’s wrong?” Jiang Xudong lowered his head to look at his chest, somewhat puzzled.
“Nothing,” Ding Wanyang quickly collected her thoughts and laughed lightly. “Can you eat spicy food? I usually love the spicy hot pot near the school gate. Shall we go there?”
“Spicy hot pot?” Jiang Xudong bit his lip and nodded reluctantly, “Okay, let’s go there.”
“Great!” Ding Wanyang suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
“How about we get a yin-yang pot?” she suggested.
Jiang Xudong looked around, seeing every table with fiery red soup base. Despite some hesitation in his eyes, he said, “Well, I don’t mind.”
“Then, we’ll get the super spicy one!”
“Seeing Jiang Xudong’s deliberately casual expression, Ding Wanyang wrinkled her nose, turned her face to the counter and shouted, ‘Boss, we want a super spicy pot!’
Faintly Sour (07)
Because no one was paying attention, Ding Nuanyang’s smile instantly disappeared.
Suddenly, a festive melody rang out in her ears, quite different from the light music that had been playing on the plane earlier.
