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

A delicious Hangzhou cuisine lunch was a relaxing and enjoyable experience under Yu Guichen's subtle guidance and Nan Xiang's gradually relaxed state.

Yu Guichen has unique insights into local cuisine. He can talk about the story of West Lake vinegar fish with ease, and his tone is warm and fascinating.

Nan Xiang's initial reserve gradually dissipated under his gentle and caring attitude, and she would occasionally join in a few words, sharing the special snacks she had eaten in Tanzhou.

After the meal, Yu Guichen did not leave in a hurry, but considerately asked Nan Xiang whether she wanted to take a short rest or start the journey directly.

“West Lake!”

Nan Xiang's eyes lit up, with a pure yearning for this world-famous scenic spot. The last bit of regret caused by the "cute girl becoming a doctor" was also replaced by anticipation.

"it is good."

Yu Guichen agreed with a smile, his eyes gently falling on her face which was slightly glowing with anticipation.

The car drove towards West Lake.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, shining through the car window onto the two of them, making them feel warm.

Yu Guichen drove very steadily, without rushing or getting impatient. Occasionally, he would point out to her the buildings or street scenes with Yuhang characteristics passing by outside the window. His words were concise and to the point, but he always managed to point out the interesting points.

Nan Xiang listened quietly, her eyes lingering on the unfamiliar cityscape, but her peripheral vision was always unconsciously attracted by the silhouette of the man beside her who was concentrating on driving.

His knuckles gripping the steering wheel were long and strong, and the lines of his profile appeared particularly clear and smooth under the light.

Without the obstruction of glasses, those peach blossom eyes with slightly raised corners appear particularly deep when concentrating, less of the doctor's coldness and more of a warm and attractive look.

Because it was the May Day holiday, the West Lake was crowded with tourists, but Yu Guichen was obviously very familiar with the place. He did not take her to the Broken Bridge where the crowds were the most turbulent, but instead took her along the Su Causeway to find a relatively secluded waterside pavilion with an excellent view.

The lake is sparkling, the distant mountains are dark blue, and cruise ships in groups of three or two are dotted among them, like a flowing ink painting.

"Looking over here, the reflection of Leifeng Pagoda is very beautiful."

Yu Guichen stood half a step away from her and spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility.

He pointed to the other side of the lake, keeping the distance just right, not seeming distant, yet giving her enough personal space.

Nan Xiang looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, she saw the famous tower reflected in the blue waves, swaying gently with the ripples, creating a distant artistic conception.

She couldn't help but take out her phone to take a picture. Yu Guichen didn't interrupt her, but when she adjusted the angle, he seemed to remind her casually:

"Move a little to the left and you'll avoid being blocked by the willow branches."

Nan Xiang made minor adjustments as instructed, and the picture became cleaner.

She took the photo happily and turned to smile at him:

"Doctor Yu, you are amazing!"

The sunlight danced in her clear eyes, and her smile was pure and bright.

Yu Guichen's heart seemed to be gently touched by that smile, and his Adam's apple rolled almost imperceptibly.

He returned a gentle smile, his voice a little deeper:

"Just call me Guichen. There's no need to be so reserved when you're out having fun."

"Gui...Gui Chen?" Nan Xiang repeated softly. The name came out of his mouth with an inexplicable intimacy, and the tip of her ear was quietly stained with a thin layer of red.

She quickly lowered her head and pretended to continue looking at the photos, but her heartbeat was quietly disrupted.

Yu Guichen took in all her subtle reactions, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

He didn't say anything else, but just stayed quietly beside her, admiring the scenery of the lake and mountains.

Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, bringing with it the moist scent of the lake and the faint warm fragrance of tulips in her hair. They intertwined and lingered around his nose, adding an indescribable thrill to this quiet afternoon.

Strolling along Su Causeway, Yu Guichen took her into a teahouse facing the lake.

The environment is quiet and elegant, with lotus leaves reaching the sky outside the window. Although it is not the peak blooming season, the new green is already very pleasing.

Spring returns with bits of new green, and summer comes with a drunken wandering and intoxicating mood.

He ordered a pot of the best Longjing tea and poured it for her skillfully.

The emerald green tea soup ripples in the white porcelain cup, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

"Try it, this is this year's pre-rain Longjing."

He gently pushed the teacup in front of her, his movements graceful and natural.

Nan Xiang picked up the teacup and took a cautious sip. The clear, sweet taste spread across her tongue, carrying the scent of spring. She couldn't help but squint in satisfaction.

"It's really delicious." She praised sincerely.

Yu Guichen looked at her with an expression like a satisfied kitten, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He also picked up the teacup, but his eyes passed through the mist of tea and fell on her slender white fingers.

Her fingers were clean and beautiful, with her nails trimmed and rounded, a healthy pink.

"your hands……"

Yu Guichen suddenly spoke, his voice a little deeper than usual, "It's very suitable for painting."

He thought of the colored pencil tulip.

She is beautiful, graceful, bright and charming, and as full of vitality as she is.

Nan Xiang was stunned, and followed his gaze to look at her hands, her face getting even hotter.

"Huh? Just... just some random scribbling."

She was a little embarrassed.

"It's a very good painting,"

Yu Guichen's tone was sincere, "It's spiritual."

His eyes slowly moved up from her hands, finally landing on her slightly flushed face with undisguised admiration.

That gaze was focused and deep, as if it carried warmth, making Nan Xiang feel as if she was enveloped in an invisible, gentle net. Her heart was beating like a drum, and even the fingertips holding the teacup were slightly hot.

She subconsciously wanted to look away, but was attracted by the gaze and felt a little helpless for a moment.

At this moment, Yu Guichen suddenly leaned forward and stretched out his finger, aiming at a strand of hair beside her cheek that was messed up by the breeze.

His fingertips felt slightly cool as he gently tucked the naughty strand of hair behind her ear, his movements as natural as brushing away a speck of dust.

"My hair is messed up."

He explained in a low voice, his voice close at hand, his warm breath brushing against her forehead.

The touch at that moment was as brief as a dragonfly touching the water, but it caused huge ripples in Nan Xiang's heart.

She could even clearly feel the subtle electric sensation when his fingertips brushed against her earlobe.

She suddenly lowered her head, almost burying her entire face in the teacup. Her ears were red as blood and she even held her breath.

Yu Guichen withdrew his hand, and the fingertips seemed to still retain the smooth touch of her hair and the slightly warm temperature of her earlobe.

He looked at her ostrich-like posture, the smile in his eyes almost overflowing, but he restrained it well, leaving only a gentle and intoxicating curve at the corner of his lips.

He picked up his teacup again, as if the intimate gesture had never happened, and his tone returned to normal:

"The refreshments here are also good, would you like to try them?"

Nan Xiang murmured "hmm" vaguely, not daring to look up at him.

The aroma of tea wafted through the tea room, and the water rippled outside the window. Only the uncontrollable heart in her chest was beating in the silence, telling of the nascent, restless throbbing.

The instigator was sipping tea peacefully, admiring her rare shyness, like a patient fox, leisurely waiting for his prey to fall completely beside the carefully laid gentle trap.

In the evening, Yu Guichen took Nan Xiang to a private restaurant hidden deep in an alley. The environment was warm and the dishes were exquisite and delicious.

He was still considerate and thoughtful. He would calmly pass the dish she had glanced at to her and add warm water for her in time.

Nan Xiang gradually recovered from the "fingertip incident" during the day, but every moment she was with him, that unconscious throbbing always followed her like a shadow.

The look in his eyes when he listened to her intently, the gentle smile he occasionally revealed that was inconsistent with his identity as a doctor, and even the clean and crisp cedar scent on him, all became reasons for her heart to beat out of control.

After dinner, Yu Guichen drove her back to the hotel. Night fell, the lights came on, and the neon lights of the city intertwined and flowed outside the car window.

Soothing light music was playing in the carriage, and the atmosphere was quiet and warm.

After a day of getting along, the initial strangeness and tension had long since faded away, replaced by an indescribable sense of closeness and... a faint ambiguity.

Nan Xiang was a little tired, so she leaned back in the comfortable chair and looked at the fleeting time outside the window.

Yu Guichen glanced at her sideways, and seeing that her eyelids were slightly drooping with a hint of fatigue, he calmly raised the air conditioner temperature by one degree and turned down the music volume a little softer.

The car stopped smoothly in front of the hotel. Yu Guichen got out first, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door for her.

"Thank you, Guichen."

Nan Xiang got out of the car, looked up at him, and thanked him sincerely.

The day's itinerary was comfortable and fulfilling, far exceeding her expectations.

The soft light from the street lamp outlined his handsome features, and his peach blossom eyes looked particularly deep and charming in the night.

"You are welcome,"

Yu Guichen lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on her upturned eyes, which were tired but still clear, his voice low and gentle,

"Did you have fun today?"

"Yeah! Very happy!"

Nan Xiang nodded vigorously, her smile looking particularly vivid under the light.

"West Lake is beautiful, the tea is delicious, and the food is tasty! Thank you for taking me to so many wonderful places."

"Just be happy."

The corners of Yu Guichen's lips curled up in a sincere arc, and the tenderness in his eyes almost drowned people.

He looked at her, and suddenly raised his hand, brushing away the non-existent dust on her shoulders with extremely natural movements. His fingertips brushed the skin on the side of her neck lightly, causing a slight shudder.

"Where do you want to go tomorrow?"

He asked, his tone natural, as if that little action was nothing out of the ordinary.

Nan Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and she replied with forced composure:

"I'll…I'll follow your instructions."

She felt her cheeks begin to heat up again.

"it is good,"

Yu Guichen did not stay any longer and took a step back like a gentleman.

"Go to bed early. See you tomorrow, Nanxiang."

He called her name in full for the first time. His voice was low and pleasant, and it was particularly clear in the silent night, with a tender meaning.

"See you tomorrow... tomorrow."

Nan Xiang felt that when he called her name, it seemed to have a magical power that made her heart tremble.

She turned around almost in a panic and walked quickly into the hotel lobby.

Yu Guichen stood there, watching her figure disappear into the depths of the lobby before he slowly withdrew his gaze.

He raised his hand, and his fingertips seemed to still feel the delicate and warm touch of her neck skin, and the familiar, warm tulip scent in her hair that comforted him.

In the night, the smile on the corners of his lips expanded silently, like a clear spring that was intoxicating.

The moonlight is gentle and the breeze is blowing on the waves. Although they are in two different places, their hearts are gradually getting closer.