Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

The two chatted all the way to the cashier, Tang Xia said seriously: "Han Yu, I found that you are actually quite a fun person."

The young man put his hands behind his back and asked, "Is fun a compliment when you describe people?"

Tang Xia said calmly, "Of course, fun is fun." She smiled brightly, hummed a little song in a low voice, and was in a happy mood.

She thinks that Han Yu is not a taciturn boy, maybe the way she got along with him in the past was flawed, and now she feels how compatible he is with her personality.

Because it was the weekend, there was a long queue in front of the cash register, Tang Xia and Han Yu squeezed into the queue, bored.

"Are there any arrangements later?"

Han Yugao put his head on Tang Xia's head, standing behind her just enough to rest his chin on her head. But he only thought about it for a while and didn't take action.

Tang Xia shook her head, "No," she asked him with her back leaning on the shopping cart, "What's wrong?"

"I want to take you somewhere." Han Yu said.

"Okay," Tang Xia agreed, "but what about our stuff? Why don't we go home first?"

"No, there are lockers over there."

The people in front checked out and left. Han Yu bent down and took out the items from the shopping cart, and said politely, "I want a large plastic bag, thank you."

At that time, the restrictions on the use of plastic bags were just implemented. If you need plastic bags to store things in shopping, you have to pay for them.

Tang Xia whispered beside him: "Two, we need one for each of us."

The cashier glanced at Han Yu and Tang Xia, and couldn't help frowning, "How many do you want?"

Han Yu was very straightforward, "One."

Tang Xia only brought a small coin purse. Although she didn't understand why Han Yu only bought a plastic bag, she didn't insist on it anymore. She just looked at the constantly rising prices on the electronic screen and took money out of her pocket.

A good-looking hand rests on the wallet.

"I pay."

The young man's words always carry a kind of unquestionable determination, he carried a bag full of snacks, turned around and urged her softly—

"Let's go."

Tang Xia unzipped the wallet again in embarrassment.

There was a bit of wind outside, and she ran behind Han Yu in small steps, stretched her neck and said dissatisfiedly, "Didn't it be agreed, I invite you?" Yu scrambled to pay, but she was still a little embarrassed when the boy did this.

Although she knew that if a boy asked a girl to pay, he would feel embarrassed.

Han Yu pretended not to hear, and with the bag in one hand, he turned his head and told Tang Xia, "Let's go to the opposite side of the road and take the car."

Tang Xia was blocked by his words, she stood there and stared wide-eyed.

After walking a few steps, the boy turned around and asked in surprise, "Why don't you leave?"

Tang Xia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was subdued, "Here we come."

The two got on the bus, and there were no seats on the bus, so Han Yu carried the bag with one hand and the ring on it with the other.

Tang Xia faced him face to face, and began to mutter: "I just said I want two bags, so I can carry some things for you, how heavy it is."

Han Yu didn't change his face, "The training of the basketball team is not for nothing."

He just didn't want her to carry it, so he insisted on buying a plastic bag.

Tang Xia pursed her mouth and retorted, "Then I won't be able to get things without a bag when I get home."

"If you're not afraid that I'll steal it, I'll take it all home today, and I'll give it to you when I get to school on Monday?" Han Yu chuckled with a low voice.

Tang Xia raised her face, looked at the young man's clean chin, and his pleasant voice was circling in her ear, and her heart beat suddenly.

It's all too good to be true.

The girls were silent, as if they could hear each other's breathing at once, with the same rhythm.

She cast her eyes out of the window unnaturally, calming down.

The bus drove for about fifteen minutes, and Han Yu took Tang Xia and got off at Zhongshuge Station.

"Bookstore?" The girl's eyes lit up, chewing on the name of the store carefully, "Are you bringing me to the bookstore?"

"Well," Han Yu replied lightly, "Sometimes I come over to sit and pass the time," he stepped forward on the steps, and confessed as he walked, "You go in first, and I will store your things."

"Okay," Tang Xia readily agreed, and couldn't help but ask again before leaving, "I didn't expect you to love reading too?"

She prefers liberal arts. Although her English is better, she always likes to read. At that time, paper books were not yet popular, and adolescent girls especially liked to read some online novels, so as to comfort them in the day-to-day boring high school life.

Tang Xia has passed the age of reading romantic romances, and more often finds some well-known excellent literature to read. But occasionally, she would still embrace a novel full of youthful sadness and joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows, and read it with great joy.

"Except for textbooks." Han Yu turned around and said solemnly.

Tang Xia leaned against the door and laughed, and walked in lightly after laughing.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he couldn't help feeling a burst of admiration.

Zhongshuge is a newly built bookstore last year, and it was quite famous on the Internet for a while. At that time Tang Xia really wanted to come, but because she was quite strict with herself, she didn't relax in her spare time, so she kept procrastinating, and gradually she couldn't remember it.

But it turned out that Han Yu would be the first to bring her here.

Life is amazing.

The shape of Zhongshuge is quite special. The ceiling is inlaid with large and large mirrors, which visually stretches the sense of space of the bookstore that originally only occupies an area of ​​200 square meters. The floor is based on the principle of "one by one", using solid wood and mirrors in an interlaced design. On the one hand, it can prevent slipping, and on the other hand, the mirror on the floor can refract the light, so that the indoor light is sufficient.

The reading desks and chairs are distributed on both sides of Zhongshuge. The backs of the chairs lean against the wall. The wall is a built-in bookshelf, which is convenient for readers to get their favorite books when they turn around. The glass pillars in the middle of the aisle are also made into Duobaoge, which is ingeniously conceived.

Tang Xia raised her head and saw herself on the ceiling looking down in the same posture, which made her laugh.

Through the reading area, there is a circular dining area.

Many people spend a day here in their spare time, so the bookstore thoughtfully prepared drinks and desserts, and opened a dedicated dining area.

Tang Xia walked forward, across the dining area, and there was a vast sea of ​​books in sight.

The arrangement of books in Zhongshuge is very characteristic. Classification labels are posted on each bookshelf, and similar books are placed on the adjacent bookshelves. For example, if there are books on construction engineering on this bookshelf, then there will be books on interior design next to it.

She walks lightly, fascinated by this amazing cultural treasure.

The readers walking around are of different ages. There are old people with gray hair, children of seven or eight years old, and of course there are more students like her and young men and women.

Han Yu walked up to her side at some point, whispered in his ear, "I've got a seat, and I'll sit and read after picking out books."

Tang Xia let out an "um" and wandered back and forth among the bookshelves.

About ten minutes later, she walked out with two books in her arms and saw Han Yu standing at the gate of the area waiting for her.

"Do you like reading Keigo Higashino's books?" The boy was taken aback, staring at the book with a familiar cover in the girl's hand, and asked curiously.

Tang Xia was also taken aback, "You know?"

The book she was holding in her hand was "The Devotion of Suspect X" by Keigo Higashino.

Han Yu straightened the book in his hand slightly.

"White Night Walk".

The uncrowned king in Higashino's works.

"What a coincidence." Han Yu sighed softly.

"Do you like it too?" Tang Xia asked.

Han Yu thought for a while and said, "I just like a sentence in this book."

"Huh?" Tang Xia looked at him with great interest.

In her impression, it seems that Han Yu has never heard of "like".

The boy's eyebrows gradually darkened, and the girl seemed to see the appearance of Han Yu she was familiar with before.

He said-

"There is no sun in my sky, it's always night, but it's not dark because something replaces the sun. It's not as bright as the sun, but it's enough for me. With this light, I can see the night as Daytime. I've never had the sun, so I'm not afraid of losing it."