Jiang Si listened quietly to this story that was neither lively nor interesting?
Then he extended his hand to Qi Zijin,
"How about we give it a try?" It seemed like a question, but also like an affirmation.
The ambiguous atmosphere rose, the cicadas on the trees screamed noisily, and the wind rippled with their hearts.
Cold-blooded Buddhist style (attack) × easily shy and blushing (receiver)
Qi Zijin: I have no friends
Jiang Si: You now have me, your boyfriend.
Intention: A sunny day in midsummer
