"Miss?"
A voice came from the other side.
I looked up and saw a face.
I will never forget that face even if I die: the angular jaw, the deep eye sockets, the slightly upturned lips, with a gentle smile that is just right. He was wearing a dark gray casual suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, looking both casual and sophisticated.
Lin Chen.
He was looking at me with just the right amount of nervousness and just the right amount of shyness in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I saw that you seemed to be distracted just now." He said, his voice as gentle as ten years of old tea, "I mean, if it's inconvenient for you, it's okay."
I stared at him, speechless for a moment.
It wasn't that he was so handsome that he was speechless, but the hatred in his chest was so full that it came up and blocked his throat. I had to use all my strength to control my expression, prevent the corners of my mouth from turning down, and prevent my eyes from showing murderous intent.
He observed me for three seconds, then showed a self-deprecating smile: "It seems that I was too presumptuous. So, I'll leave first. If you change your mind, you can add me on WeChat."
He stood up and pretended to leave.
I sneered inwardly.
In my previous life, I was defeated by this trick. He struck up a conversation first, and then pretended to retreat, leaving me with a suspense of "we are destined to be together but not destined to be together". By the time I realized what was going on, I was completely hooked.
I'm very familiar with this routine.
But I can't let him go.
If he leaves, the direction of the entire game will deviate from my expectations. I need to get into his arms before he gets to me.
"Etc."
