Chapter 139 Tenderness
At only 23 years old, he became the youngest violin soloist at the International Music Festival, a renowned talented musician.
In the rock world, he is even more genius-level, and he has a prominent family background, a veritable noble son. However, compared with Shi Shu, Shi Yan is much closer.
A polite noble son.
Luo Ci has never met Shi Yan in the true sense, so naturally he doesn't know whether this person is bad or not. The little overlord who became famous in the early years, no one in the noble family would dare to mess with him, and he was respected as the eldest brother. It's just that every time we meet Shishu, it's like a mouse meeting a cat.
I fell in love with a girl the year before last, and after chasing her, I threw her on the ground and stomped on it repeatedly, which seemed to restrain my previous domineering temper.
Luo Ci whispered, and then sneezed violently. One after another, the little girl confused herself.
His eyes were blank, and he was surprised that he sneezed several times in a row. Then, in hindsight, I feel ashamed.
Shi Shu smiled, holding her face, and tidying up the snowflakes that fell on her eyelashes. She blinked her eyelashes slowly, and when her fingertips touched the snowflakes, they melted.
"Let's go back and make **** soup for you."
Luo Ci was taken away by that person, her heart softened. Because she was not rejected by her sweetheart, and even tolerated her.
There were many pedestrians on the street. At the corner, Shi Shu raised his eyes and stopped. She blinked, puzzled.
A bright Christmas tree, Christmas was just last night, so there are many beautiful Christmas trees on the street. On the side is a shelf with beautifully stitched scarves hanging on it.
A little black-haired girl was a little excited to see them. It is inevitable to be happy to meet Chinese people in a foreign country. Seeing them looking at the scarves, she explained: "These scarves are all handmade, and the wool is soft. Although they are not as good as big brands, they are very warm and durable."
Shi Shu turned to her side and asked, "Anyone you like?"
Shi Shu whispered a few words to the shopkeeper, and when the shopkeeper came out to play, he was holding a carton bag in his hand.
Luo Ci was standing under the warm-colored street lamp, with little snowflakes dancing in the air. The small lights on the Christmas tree are still twinkling, in this world of ice and snow, holy and beautiful.
Shi Shu bent over, his eyes serious and tender. The warm and comfortable scarf wrapped her cold neck. Originally, this little heart was completely soaked in the honeypot, but at this moment, that little heart swelled up again.
The little girl was born beautiful, well-behaved, and bright. Wearing a red scarf, on the contrary, sets off a touch of charm.
Her eyes seemed to be filled with a bay of clear lake water, and the tails of her eyes were slightly hooked. Such a shallow smile, rippling with charm.
His heart was beating powerfully, and for a moment, there was nothing he could do. It was as if the little girl flew into his heart on a rampage before.
The abstinence and coldness of the person at this moment throws away his armor and armor.
In such a noisy street, no one knows them, and no one will pay more attention to them. This is a romantic country.
Luo Ci absorbed him, and the whole person catered to her. He was a little gentle, trying to appease her.
The two talents are slowly addicted to this.
Suddenly, Shi Shu pressed her into his arms. Without that tenderness, Luo Ci looked at Shi Shu who suddenly stopped with confused eyes.
Her eyes were full of spring water, and her fingertips were clutching his cuffs. Her eyes were obviously that kind—the kind of desire and dissatisfaction.
Seeing her expression like this, Shi Shu held her cheeks, put his forehead against hers, and laughed softly.
"If I'm not mistaken, the one behind should be your teammate."
His memory is good, and he can probably get an impression at a glance.
(end of this chapter)