247 The First Assassin (40)

Suna slightly curled her lips, feeling very good seeing him thinking calmly. She put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the face. He said excitedly:

"Then let's leave now!"

She jumped down from the second floor first and landed lightly.

Looking at the moon-white figure sticking out of the window, his robes were spotless and exposed to the sun, and even the surrounding branches were embarrassed to leave a shadow.

"Do you want me to hug you?" Suna smiled vaguely, took a few steps back and adjusted his position, making a move to catch the person.

"..."

Linhuai's white fingers held the window sill, and then he jumped next to her lightly. Not too much, not too little, just right.

Hey, don't give her a chance to show off her girlfriend power.

Suna's wrist was held by him, and he curled his lips and asked, "Is Shopkeeper Lin really ranked over 100?"

Linhuai frowned, her clear pupils and beautiful eye shapes magically merged into an elegant style, and the color of her eyes changed from light to dark under the light and shadow.

"Yeah." His tone was neither calm nor calm.

"Oh, how much is one hundred?" Suna continued to ask.

The young man was stunned for a moment, his smooth long hair like black jade brushed against his cheek, and he replied softly: "One hundred and forty-three."

"Meow Meow, is this the same number he said before?" Suna narrowed his eyes and communicated with the system silently.

【Um. 】

Suna scratched his head.

She really thought too much.

Smelling the sweet smell of roasted chestnuts on the road, the girl couldn't move her feet. She pulled the young man's sleeves with her little hands and looked up at him.

Like going out to ask parents to buy food.

"Want to eat."

Linhuai glanced at the stall and saw that there were not many people in line. He said in a slightly consultative tone: "Eat breakfast first and then buy some when you get back?"

Suna nodded.

He silently touched his belly. Maybe it was because I forgot to eat breakfast that the roasted chestnuts smelled particularly fragrant.

Finally, I bought soup cakes and found a resting place to finish my things.

Then he pulled Linhuai to the clothing store expectantly, and the girl jumped ahead.

Her long black hair was tied behind her white neck like a man's, because her movements swaying from side to side reflected her master's joy.

Linhuai looked at her slender back in silence, and gestured with one hand, a little childishly, and finally quietly hooked the end of her hair with his fingertips and played with it.

Under the lowered eyelashes, the eyes are clear and soft.

Suna gestured with different styles of clothes, packed a few pieces and took them back, naturally throwing them to the people behind.

At a stall selling sugar-roasted chestnuts, I watched the boss expertly put chestnuts into oiled paper bags. The girl touched her chin, her eyes silently circled his hand, and asked:

"Would you like to bring some to the waiter in the store?"

"He doesn't like this." Lin Huai stared at her soft and flowing black hair with no expression, and his beautiful fingers felt smooth.

Suna wanted to laugh a little when he heard his decisive answer. This waiter works hard for him and usually doesn't have any extra benefits.

"Oh? Have you bought it for others before?"

Linhuai blinked slowly, curled his long fingers in his sleeves slightly, pursed his lower lip slightly, and hesitated: "Why should you spend money to buy it for others?"

In his eyes, except for the person in front of him.

Any extra money spent on others is money wasted.

Suna twitched the corner of his mouth, unable to refute. Money is something that everyone has to do according to their own ability, neither stealing nor robbing.

Getting along with others is nothing more than a matter of human nature.

It was obvious that Linhuai was not someone who had to blend in with the crowd.

But in the end, the boss was asked to pack some more chestnuts and go back.

The waiter happened to be resting when he returned to the store.