Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

Seeing that Su Ruonan was still hesitant, Song Shiye seemed to show worry. He whispered, "If you don't agree to marry me, once this matter gets out, I'm afraid that people outside will really mistakenly think that I have some kind of physical defect. If that happens, I'm afraid no woman will dare to marry me in the future."

Could there really be such serious consequences? Su Ruonan couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

If I caused the heir of the most powerful family in the capital to lose face, or even lose his family line, and if his family members knew I was the one who started it, I'd probably be suppressed everywhere by them, and I'd probably not be able to stay in the capital anymore.

Su Ruonan worked hard to get into Beijing, and from college to graduate school, she has long had a deep affection for this city.

Song Shiye's words were like a heavy hammer hitting her heart. Since she had taken the initiative to make the request, she should be responsible for the consequences.

Su Ruonan made up her mind: Just marry him, why should she be shy if he is willing to marry her? Compared with Song Shiye, she will not suffer any loss.

Song Shiye stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on Su Ruonan, as if expecting her answer. His heartbeat involuntarily quickened, and his breathing became a little rapid. He had never thought that there was something in the world that could make Song Shiye nervous.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, Su Ruonan spoke, her voice clear and firm: "I will marry you."

These four words were like a flash of lightning that streaked across the night sky, causing Song Shiye's body to tremble violently. His usually sharp eyes were now filled with a smile, shining like stars, dazzling and brilliant.

The belated shyness finally came. Su Ruonan didn't dare to look directly at Song Shiye's gaze, so she had to look around to try to ease the embarrassment.

Looking at the shy person in front of him, the smile in Song Shiye's eyes became even brighter. Song Shiye took a step forward, shortened the distance between the two, took Su Ruonan's hand, and held it tightly: "Let's go."

Although they had held hands many times, Jiang Mingyu always held four fingers of Su Ruonan, while Song Shiye was completely the opposite. He wrapped Su Ruonan's entire palm in his large hand. Su Ruonan realized that there were so many different ways to hold hands.

She lowered her head and stared at her hand, which was held in the warm embrace of the big palm. Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out from the pores of the palm of her hand, giving her a slightly sticky feeling. Su Ruonan was worried that her sweat would dirty Song Shiye's hand, so she moved her small palm slightly in Song Shiye's hand, trying to break free.

Song Shiye keenly noticed Su Ruonan's actions, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly: "What's wrong?"

"I...my hands are sweating, and I'm afraid of hurting your hands..." Su Ruonan explained a little embarrassedly.

Hearing this, the loneliness in Song Shiye's heart immediately disappeared. It turned out that Su Ruonan was not unwilling to hold hands with him. His dark eyes flashed with a smile again: "It's okay, Nannan."

Since he doesn't mind, let him hold her hand, and Su Ruonan stopped being shy.

The two held hands and slowly walked out of the hospital.

Song Shiye opened the car door, put one hand on the top edge of the roof to block it, and signaled Su Ruonan with his eyes to get in.

Looking at the white fluffy carpet, Su Ruonan was afraid that her soles would dirty the carpet and leave a trail of black footprints. She got into the car more cautiously and nervously pulled the seat belt rope to try to fasten it. Perhaps she was too nervous, and Su Ruonan failed after trying several times.

At this time, Song Shiye also got into the car, slowly approached Su Ruonan, and slowly pulled Su Ruonan's seat belt with his slender fingers.

The bony fingers were wrapped around the black seat belt from top to bottom. The collision of black and white brought a strong visual impact, like a precious work of art. Su Ruonan now understood why some people would be crazy about a pair of beautiful hands, and her eyes were attracted by Song Shiye's fingers.

The sudden approach made the already cramped compartment seem even smaller, as if even the air had become thinner. Su Ruonan's heartbeat involuntarily quickened. She stared wide-eyed at the sculptured face before her, so close.

Thick and long eyelashes, followed by a pair of wide double eyelids, deep and bright eyes hidden in them, like twinkling stars in the night sky, and finally the tall and three-dimensional nose bridge, the lines are hard yet soft.

A warm masculine scent suddenly sprayed on her face without warning, bringing a burning sensation. This unfamiliar touch made her feel a little flustered, and her heartbeat became unbalanced again.

Even when she was with Jiang Mingyu, Su Ruonan had never been so close to a man. At this moment, her porcelain-white neck skin was covered with bumps.

A few seconds seemed extremely long. Su Ruonan subconsciously held her breath. Finally, she heard the sound of snapping. The male breath gradually faded away. Su Ruonan felt relieved and breathed a deep breath.

Song Shiye casually placed his hands on the steering wheel, turned his head to glance at Su Ruonan, and asked in a light tone: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"Okay!" Su Ruonan's mouth corners rose slightly. In fact, she was not really hungry, but deep in her heart she had an irresistible desire for dessert. For her, sweets were not just a kind of food, but also a kind of emotional comfort.

The car suddenly became quiet. Su Ruonan turned her head and looked at the scenery outside the window. The traffic on the road gradually became less and less, and the scenery on both sides of the road gradually became deep and secluded.

Not long after, the car slowly stopped in a quiet and remote place.

Su Ruonan gently opened the car door and stepped out. With her graceful steps, the hem of her dress, which reached below her knees, began to flutter, like the waves on a lake rippled by a breeze, creating beautiful ripples.

Su Ruonan stood quietly, staring at the familiar Soviet-style building in front of her, with a glint of surprise in her eyes.

I didn’t expect that in the bustling and noisy city of Beijing, there was such a secluded and secluded place. It seemed like a quiet harbor, far away from the troubles and noise of the world.

"How did you find this place?" Su Ruonan's tone was full of excitement.

Song Shiye looked at the girl in front of him whose eyes were sparkling like stars, and raised the corners of his mouth: "As long as you like it."