Jing Dong is very straight

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After knowing it later, Tang Qiubai suddenly remembered something, and his heart suddenly lifted.

When she walked in quickly, she happened to see Jing Shuyun standing in front of her desk, looking at something.

Tang Qiubai became nervous. The person who heard the footsteps turned to look at her. Tang Qiubai followed Jing Shuyun's side and saw the post-it note in the gift box in front of her.

Tang Qiubai didn't speak, but smiled with difficulty, Jing Shuyun looked at her lightly.

"Ah, I like the birthday present you gave me last time." Tang Qiubai glanced at the periodic table of elements on the cabinet from the corner of his eye, and said in a concealed manner.

"Well, I was looking at this too, and I bought it because I thought you would like it." Jing Shuyun closed his eyelids, followed Tang Qiubai's topic, and took a step outside, facing the cabinet, avoiding the glaring post-it notes .

"I think it's very meaningful to collect, and I like it very much." Tang Qiubai smiled dryly, walked in, leaned his back against the desk, and tried to put away the shining gift box.

But it was precisely because of her back and panic that her fingers trembled slightly, and she couldn't hold the gift box firmly when she touched it.

The crisp sound of "click" sounded in the quiet room.

The black gift box fell to the ground, and the black gold sand pen inside rolled out of it.

Tang Qiubai's heart turned and rolled with it, and the heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

The pen's rolling stopped because of the pen clip on the cap, but Tang Qiubai's heartbeat almost jumped out of his heart because of the pen clip.

The warm yellow light in the room shone on them, showing Tang Qiubai's clenched hands, Jing Shuyun's slightly pursed thin lips, and at the same time, lying quietly on the ground, protruding from the reflection of the pen clip. lettering on.

Jing Shuyun's eyes were shaken, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Tang Qiubai took a deep breath, knelt down to pick it up, and when he was about to touch it, the other hand grabbed it before Tang Qiubai.

Tang Qiubai was a step too late, his own shock was greater than his own reaction force, and he held the hand straight without stopping.

The owner of the hand was not affected in any way, and her purpose was very clear. She tilted her head slightly and looked along the pen clip, and there were English letters with clear engraving marks on it.

"JSY"

Time seemed to stand still, and there was no sound in the room. Tang Qiubai felt the back of Jing Shuyun's hand holding the pen slightly tense.

Chapter 52

Tang Qiubai clearly felt the pause of Jing Shuyun's movements. She followed Jing Shuyun's gaze, and it landed on the silver clip of the pen, which was slightly reflected by the light.

Almost without thinking about it, Tang Qiubai held the cap of the pen with his other hand, blocking Jing Shuyun's view.

Even if Tang Qiubai knew, Jing Shuyun had already seen the letters engraved on the pen clip.

The clear letters were covered for a moment, Jing Shuyun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Here, the fountain pen." Tang Qiubai smiled dryly.

"Huh?" Jing Shuyun tilted her head, and the expression on her face changed subtly.

"It looks good. I bought it for collection." Tang Qiubai couldn't think of a better reason for a while.

"Really, show me too?" Jing Shuyun looked at her calmly.

"Look, you can see the body of the pen when you let go of your hand." Tang Qiubai said pretending to be relaxed.

Jing Shuyun nodded, without moving his eyes, but suddenly took a step closer to Tang Qiubai, shortening the distance between them.

"But, it seems that you are holding my hand tighter."

Jing Shuyun pursed his lips slightly, and raised his hand to signal to Tang Qiubai.

"..." Tang Qiubai glanced roughly, and hastily withdrew his hand, leaving only the hand holding the pen cap.

Then, Jing Shuyun gently let go of the hand holding the pen body, revealing the black gold sand pen body in her hand.

Tang Qiubai changed the posture of holding the pen, and displayed the pen horizontally in front of Jing Shuyun's eyes, except for the cap.

"How long did you buy it?"

Jing Shuyun reached over, put one hand on the back of Tang Qiubai's hand holding the cap, and held the body of the pen with the other, guiding Tang Qiubai to pull the pen out of the cap.

"It's been a while." Tang Qiubai said vaguely.

Jing Shuyun first held the body of the pen, and carefully looked at the exquisitely carved golden nib, and then the pen feed of the scale-shaped ink guide tube on the opposite side, and then slowly looked at the black Jinsha pen body.

After a long while, Jing Shuyun continued to ask: "Do you have a hobby of collecting fountain pens?"

"No, I just bought it when I saw it looked good." Tang Qiubai tilted his head slightly to avoid facing Jing Shuyun's direction, his eyes slightly dodged.

"Well, it's good."

As Jing Shuyun said, she changed to hold the pen in her right hand, and gently stroked the pulp of her left index finger with the tip of the pen, one stroke after another, with light and slow movements, as if she was feeling the thickness of the pen tip.

The nib of the fountain pen is already slender, but when it touched Jing Shuyun's delicate fingertips, there was a trace with just a light swipe. Tang Qiubai had an illusion when he saw her gentle movements, as if Jing Shuyun took a feather and gently swept across her heart.

Susu's itchy electric current was directed from her heart to her limbs, Tang Qiubai was suddenly startled.

"But as a collection, isn't this fountain pen expensive?" Jing Shuyun raised his eyes lightly, and glanced from the golden nib to Tang Qiubai.