Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Ji Weiheng reacted quickly, thought for a while, and came up with an apology:

"I'm sorry, I saw that you seemed a little unhappy, so I gave you the suggestion without thinking too much."

Am I...unhappy?

Wen Qiuli subconsciously touched his face, and the corners of his mouth seemed to bend slightly downwards.

Her movements to leave became hesitant.

She couldn't understand why she was unhappy. Was it because of the rejection by the young master of the Ji family?

Or is it because I have to follow Mrs. Ji's request and contact someone I don't have any feelings for?

However, compared to another deep pit, this is already my best choice.

She shouldn't have objected, right?

Wen Qiuli's beautiful eyes drooped slightly, as if the clouds in the sky were falling down.

Ji Weiheng didn't care about anything else and took out a hard card from his pocket and handed it to her:

"Look, this is my ID card."

In order to fulfill the idea of ​​escaping that he had been harboring in his heart for a long time, every time he went out, he didn't need to bring anything else with him except his ID card.

But Ji Weiheng didn't expect that the first time he would take out his ID card to someone would be in this situation.

"I have all my information. You can take photos and send them to friends you trust. I'm really not a bad person."

This method of proving identity is a bit silly, but it is indeed very efficient.

Wen Qiuli couldn't help but smile. She took the ID card, glanced at the name, and returned it:

"Mr. Ji, I believe you are not a bad person."

She didn't speak very fast, and her voice sounded particularly gentle, as if she wanted to make every word clear.

"Hello, my name is Wen Qiuli."

Wen Qiuli watched Ji Weiheng take back the ID card, then stretched out his hand and introduced himself as if to shake hands.

Ji Weiheng was sure that her smile was directed at him now.

Although he was somewhat reluctant to part with the soft and gentle warmth of the woman's hands, Ji Weiheng only held them for a few seconds out of courtesy before quickly separating.

"Hello, Ji Weiheng."

Ji Weiheng withdrew his hand and twisted it behind his back, his expression very normal, as if he was just suggesting something:

"It's a bit noisy here. Aren't you going to go out? I've almost finished playing, so I'll take you out."

"You are probably not familiar with this place, right?"

Fearing that he might be suspected of having bad intentions, Ji Weiheng deliberately added the following sentence.

"Ah."

Wen Qiuli followed his footsteps and walked out.

On the way together, Ji Weiheng naturally introduced her to different locations in the Imperial City as they passed by:

"Look, there's a private room at the corner. If you want a private gathering with friends, you can book it here."

"Are you here to play with your friends today? I know a little bit about this place. If you come here in the future and encounter any problems that you can't solve, you can contact me."

Then, he carefully selected his words and asked for her contact information.

"Otherwise, let's add a contact method?"

Wen Qiuli originally wanted to politely decline his kindness, but thinking that Young Master Ji was playing here today, and that he might have to come here many times in the future, he nodded and agreed.

Because Ji Weiheng showed his ID card to another stranger, in Wen Qiuli's eyes, he now exuded a silly and cheerful attitude and did not seem to have any bad intentions.

And it's just a way to contact you.

"I'll add it when I get back."

Ji Weiheng's uneasy mood calmed down, and he memorized Wen Qiuli's add number.

After leaving Yu City, Wen Qiuli's attention was attracted by a beautiful motorcycle that was completely black.

This car is just sitting here quietly, but it seems to be glowing, and the low-key black color cannot block its brilliance.

Ji Weiheng walked over, turned to Wen Qiuli and said with a smile:

"Look, this is my good friend. I took it for a ride, drove around Houhai Lake, enjoyed the breeze, and the night view, and then all my bad mood disappeared."

"really?"

When Wen Qiuli thought about the message from Ji's mother asking for her understanding when she picked up her phone, she felt more and more attracted to what Ji Weiheng described.

She didn't want to go back so obediently today.

Grandpa is obviously not here to supervise, so why should I continue to abide by rules that I don’t like?

Maybe, sometimes, there can be some variables in life.

Maybe this will be the last time I can indulge myself.

Wen Qiuli thought with some self-mockery.

Ji Weiheng didn't know the reason for her melancholy, but he didn't want her gentle brows to frown, so he returned to the Imperial City and asked the manager inside to get a new women's helmet.

After handing her the helmet, Ji Weiheng lifted his long legs and sat astride the motorcycle, his voice rising.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know after trying it."

When saying this, Ji Weiheng raised his thick black eyebrows and curled his thin lips slightly.

He was dressed in black, but had the most dazzling blond hair. He was like the most unrestrained breeze in the night, free and uninhibited.

Wen Qiuli didn't want to think about anything anymore.

For the first time in her life, she was so bold that she put on a helmet and sat behind the man she had just met.

"Hold tight."

Some muffled sounds came from under the helmet, and there seemed to be some low laughter mixed in, wild and uninhibited.

Wen Qiuli sat behind him, loosely wrapping her arms around his waist.

The roar sounded, the wind chased the locomotive all the way forward, and the surrounding environment kept changing, not allowing people to calm down and watch carefully.

Wen Qiuli couldn't help but close her eyes and hugged the man's thin waist tightly.

Listen to the sound of the wind, feel the lightning speed, and let the boredom and loss in your heart gradually dissipate.

Ji Weiheng parked the car near a beach in Houhai.

It was already getting dark at this time, and they got off the car just in time to see the last bit of sunset.

In the blink of an eye, the colorful world was covered by the darkness, and the strangeness was filled with a regrettable beauty.

Wen Qiuli smoothed his hair that was messed up by his helmet and walked briskly on the beach.

There weren't many people on the beach, so she soon found a large, flat rock and sat on it with half of her skirt pressed down.

The sea breeze blew quietly, lifting Wen Qiuli's waist-length hair and fluttering her skirt.

She looked towards the undulating sea, her brows knotted with sorrow, her pale lips slightly pursed, like a lilac being blown around by the sea breeze.

Ji Weiheng had been following behind her. Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but walk forward and sit down next to a reef slightly lower than her.

'Wen Qiuli.'

He repeated her name word by word in his mind.

From the tenderness that captivated his heart at first sight to the sorrow and melancholy that made him want to explore now, he was less and less willing to let her go.

After a while, Wen Qiuli's mood calmed down.

She looked at the people around her, her impression of him growing, and she thanked him softly:

"Ji Weiheng, thank you for taking me out to relax."

"You're welcome. We are friends, right?"

"Of course, we are friends."

Wen Qiuli smiled, his eyes were bright and seemed to be glowing under the starlight.

Ji Weiheng's heart beat faster when no one noticed.