An interstellar pirate group from a certain American comic

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Gu Nian felt a faint scent of mint approaching, followed by a scalding body temperature. pb lowered his head, and could see that the neat and neat suit was suddenly very close to him.

She held her breath nervously, subconsciously hiding back, and the back of her head was pressed against the back of the chair.

"Chu...Chu Zhaoyang! You..." Gu Nian shouted nervously, "Don't come closer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Nian heard a "click".

Gu Nian froze in embarrassment, still maintaining the original posture without moving his head. But his dark eyes slowly slid to the corners of his eyes, and he saw Chu Zhaoyang's elegant and slender hands hitting the seat belt buckle.

The "click" sound just now was the sound of Chu Zhaoyang fastening her seat belt.

It's just... wear a seat belt, just wear a seat belt, why do you have to be so close to her, so close to her?

Isn't this...isn't it intentional to misunderstand her?

Chu Zhaoyang had sweat like millet on his forehead. He leaned over just now and stretched out his left hand to pull the seat belt on her right shoulder, which involved the wound on her left shoulder. The pain made his face pale again. , and could no longer keep close to Gu Nian, and quickly sat back.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his expression, Gu Nian became worried and couldn't care less about her own embarrassment.

Chu Zhaoyang was so painful that he couldn't speak. He took two deep breaths, barely suppressed it, and then said: "It's okay."

"Are you really okay? I see you are very tired, so you should go home and rest." Gu Nian didn't trust him.

Chu Zhaoyang had already started the car, stepped on the accelerator and got out. He turned to look at her, his pale lips seemed to be stained with a little joy: "Are you worried about me?"

Because of the pain in the wound, he didn't have the strength to speak loudly, as if he had it in his throat. He sounded a little dry and hoarse, but it was inexplicably magnetic, and his black eyes were clear and burning.

Even though the wound hurt, with Gu Nian's concern, he felt it was worth it.

Gu Nian stopped talking and looked away with a blushing face.

If he is willing to be so tired, then be tired!

Chu Zhaoyang's long fingers on the steering wheel were about to move. His long and clean fingertips wanted to touch Gu Nian's face, but at this time he could only endure it and tapped on the steering wheel.

After a long while, Gu Nian asked: "Where are we going?"

"Eat." Chu Zhaoyang replied briefly.

Due to the bustling location of the restaurant, parking is difficult. There is a large parking lot near the restaurant.

Chu Zhaoyang parked the car, got out of the car with Gu Nian, and walked to the restaurant. It's still a long way to the restaurant, about ten minutes' walk.

Chu Zhaoyang walked considerately on the side closer to the road, keeping Gu Nian on his right side. Gu Nian wore flat ballet shoes that only reached his shoulders. The breeze stirred her hair, and strands of it spread over his shoulders.

The tips of his hair were blown up, just shy of brushing his chin.

The breeze also slowly blew the fragrance of the hair into his nose.

Chu Zhaoyang's throat slid. He didn't know whether it was because of the sultry weather. His mouth was dry, his breathing was heavy, and he felt unspeakably hot.

He lowered his head slightly and secretly looked at Gu Nian walking next to him from the corner of his eyes. The two always kept a close distance, and every time their arms were about to touch each other, she quickly moved away. Like a naughty elf dancing in the wind, sometimes approaching, sometimes far away, but never letting him catch it.

Chu Zhaoyang's heart was about to move, and his eyes fell on her hand close to his side. The fingertips trembled, and the index finger was slightly bent, moving gently towards Gu Nian's finger.

They were about to touch each other, but they didn't have the guts to pull back, looking down at Gu Nian's white and soft hands. Her fingers were thin and long, looking as soft as boneless. On the back of the white hand, you can even faintly see the blue blood vessels inside. Warm colors illuminated by the sun.

Chu Zhaoyang's heart skipped a beat, and he reached over and grabbed Gu Nian's hand.