Just like the modest gentleman in the novel, every move he makes is scenery in her eyes.
Maybe it was the corner of the stairs, with the smell of green grass in the air, and the shadow of her figure in the sunshine reflected on the office building opposite, cut into four or five sections by the windows, echoing her hearty smile.
She reached out and picked up each strong arm.
"Xiaobai, is that you?" She was blindfolded, and she could vaguely see the light shining through the blindfold in front of her eyes.
He didn't respond, and she thought again.
"Cancan?"
"..."
"Zhouzhou?"
"..."
"Okay, okay, there's only one boy left who hasn't guessed yet! Zhang Zhe, it must be you!"
The man sighed helplessly, and his voice sounded softly above her head: "Let me go first, I'll go do something, and I'll let you guess enough later."
The slightest hint of warmth in her ears made her blush unconsciously, but her sweat-stained hands still grasped the sleeve tightly.
"I just won't let you leave."