The lost Lin Che turned into the alley, and the street lights suddenly flickered. The familiar smell of mint mixed with the smell of rain hit his face, and Yan Qing's voice was a little happy: "How did you know that today is my birthday?"
Lin Che raised her head suddenly and saw dark water stains on the shoulders of Yanqing's black coat, and her eyes were bright behind the lenses. The other person's eyes were firmly locked on the beautifully wrapped gift box in his hand, and the curve of the corner of his mouth was gentler than ever in his memory.
"It's not for you." Lin Che blurted out, with a bitter taste like rust in her throat. Just as he was about to turn around, Yan Qing suddenly reached out and held down his wrist, his body temperature burning through the cuffs, making him shiver.
"A Che." Yan Qing said with a rare hint of coquettishness, her well-jointed fingers attached to his hand to untie the ribbon of the gift in his hand. Lin Che's temples were pounding! The embarrassment of being crushed by Chen Xu came flooding back. He shook off Yan Qing's hand, and the gift box hit the bluestone floor hard. The moment the ribbon was unraveled, the love tied by the bow became fragmented.
"I told you it wasn't for you, are you bothered?" Lin Che shouted with red eyes! Lin Che didn't dare to look back until she reached the next alley. Under the street light, he suddenly remembered that the last time it rained, it was like this. Yan Qing silently tilted the umbrella towards him, but his right shoulder was completely soaked.
At this moment, the stubborn figure was slowly placing the gift box against his chest, carefully smoothing out the wrinkled wrapping paper. Like repairing something fragile. Mouthing in his mouth. Lin Che's throat tightened, and when she turned around, she bumped into the glass door of the convenience store, which reflected his red eyes.
"Ache, I like this gift." Murmured
Intention: Write casually for fun