Lin Qingjia never thought that one day he might see Zhongzhong Hu himself, and at such a close distance. The hand handed over by the other party is still hanging in the air. As long as you raise your eyes, you can see the opponent's arm with clear veins and the small raised bones of the wrist when holding the plate. The noise from fans around her exploded in Lin Qingjia's ears, but at this moment she seemed to be pulled closer to the smallest unit of time - the picture was played frame by frame, and there was a large glass cover separating her from Shen Chonghu. His voice came from the top of the hood, bounced off the walls around her, and came towards her with reverberation.
"They're almost gone. I handed it to you first. If you don't take it, it will be gone."
"Don't you want to eat?"
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."
Recalling this scene later, Lin Qingjia had forgotten what she had said. She only knew that in front of Shen Chonghu himself, from the small raised bones of his wrist to the faint citrus fragrance on his body, the floodgates in her heart collapsed.
Or perhaps, the story started quietly when he stood in his fixed hosting position, picked up the microphone, and met the eyes of the smiling girl in front of him.
Purpose: Ordinary girls should also work hard to shine