Shi Che tapped He Ying's back with his pen: "You really don't want to come?"
He Ying thought for a while and said: "... Go."
Shi Che smiled, like a bad boy whose plan succeeded.
"At night, in front of a barbecue stall on a busy street"
Shi Che was a little confused after drinking, and Deaf raised his head to He Ying's ear: "Listen to them, I like you..."
He Ying's hand holding the skewers shook and she said, "Ah? Really?"
"Well..."
"So, what do you think..." He Ying felt a little nervous.
"I think they are right." Shi Che's eyebrows looked drunk.
"Ah?" He Ying was a little stunned.
Shi Che looked at her and smiled: "I said, I like you."
Intention: Thank you for meeting me, don't ask for farewell