Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"In other words, Miss Yan, can you be my girlfriend?"

Nan Xiang's eyebrows curved: "Okay."

"Did Miss Yan agree?"

Although he knew that the two of them knew each other tacitly, he had also imagined the situation where Nan Xiang would agree to his confession.

However, he still felt like he was in a dream, and his confession was a bit too casual.

"My dear boyfriend is still so inappropriate?"

Nan Xiang blinked and leaned forward slightly, approaching Shen Juanchen. Her forehead just reached the man's shoulder.

The two of them were so close that Shen Juanchen only had to raise his arms to wrap his arms around Nan Xiang's waist, without having to reach forward to pull him into his arms.

His nose was particularly sensitive, and the woman's quiet and elegant shampoo fragrance gently drifted into the tip of his nose, and his eyes gradually deepened.

Shen Juanchen thought that although it was sunset time, there were not many people around them.

He knew how to express his feelings according to the occasion, and he didn't want to put any psychological burden on Nan Xiang.

"Then, dear girlfriend, can I call you Anan?"

The name "Anan" seemed to be as familiar as deep into the soul, and Nan Xiang couldn't help but tighten his hand on the packaging bag.

She blurted out: "Okay, then my dear boyfriend, can I call you Achen?"

"it is good."

Shen Juanchen nodded, his dark eyes filled with undisguised tenderness.

"I'll keep the bottle for now. We'll go pick peach branches later."

Nan Xiang was very obedient and handed the vase to Shen Juanchen.

Shen Juanchen put away the white vase, took out a brown paper bag of the same color from the dark brown box, and put the box in. It was just big enough to lift, which was a lot more convenient.

Nan Xiang noticed that this brown paper bag was also very exquisite, with a sense of ancient Chinese style, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.

She saw that Shen Juachen had packed it up and handed the bag of kebabs in her other hand to Shen Juachen.

When Shen Juanchen took it, she opened the package in her hand and realized she had given it to the wrong person when she saw the skewers in the bowl.

What is in her hands is the man's, and what is in the man's hands is hers.

"Wait! Don't...eat."

Nan Xiang stretched out her hand to stop her, but when she said something else, the man had already finished the bunch of roasted lotus root slices he took a bite of.

"Yeah, not bad. It's fragrant and sweet."

Nan Xiang felt his cheeks get hot, and he always felt that this person was talking about more than just the taste of kebabs.

do not care!

She snatched the packaging bag from the man's hand and stuffed her own into the man's hand.

Shen Juanchen just looked at her with gentle eyes, not resisting at all.

Seeing his Anan like this, he couldn't help but start teasing her.

"Anan, why do you want to change? Are we exchanging 'love tokens'?"

These two bags of skewers are naturally not a token of love.

Shen Juanchen had other arrangements for the token of love.

Hearing this, Nan Xiang opened his eyes wide: Why does it feel like this person seems to have become a little... shameless after being given the title?

Nan Xiang looked at the Chuan Chuan and said fiercely: "What you are holding now is your own, and you just took the wrong one."

She didn't look at the man's eyes, always feeling as if the man was trying to tear her apart.

"Oh~"

When Shen Juanchen saw Nan Xiang's cute little expression, the fondness in his eyes almost overflowed.

"I just saw a piece of lotus root being bitten. I originally thought it was me who bit it earlier. It turned out not to be the case. No wonder this bunch is particularly delicious."

The man spoke unhurriedly, with a lazy tone, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, but more of a look of endearment.

He lowered his head and looked at Nan Xiang:

"So, this was our first indirect kiss. How about we have a real kiss?"

You're a very nice person, and you know how to ask her opinion on this kind of thing.

Nan Xiang saw that the man was getting closer and closer, and they were just one centimeter away from kissing. She reached out and covered the man's lips.

"No, I hate it."

Nan Xiang suddenly stopped when he saw the man who had just felt oppressed and his face full of joy. His mouth was slightly pursed and his eyes were filled with disappointment.

Strangely aggrieved.

"Not long after we established our relationship, my girlfriend started to dislike me."

Nan Xiang was a little dumbfounded when he saw this man's aggrieved look, which was strange because he couldn't adapt to it.

She raised her forehead and started the "husband-coaxing mode": "My dear boyfriend, how could your dear girlfriend dislike you? I like you before it's too late! How could she dislike you..."

She paused and continued: "I just think the two of us are eating kebabs, and they taste too much."