348 The First Assassin (41)

Suna took two plates and placed them on the spare wooden table, pouring them almost evenly.

Lin Huai was not very interested at first, but he understood what she meant when he saw two plates of chestnuts.

With her innocent and delicate eyebrows lowered, she looked at the table quietly, with a look of disapproval in her eyes.

The girl went upstairs to change clothes first.

The waiter came over when he smelled the aroma of roasted chestnuts, and saw shopkeeper Lin, who was as fresh and elegant as a snowdrop, stretching out his hands to peel chestnuts.

The jade-white fingertips lined with golden chestnuts seemed even more delicious, and the sweet fragrance filled the whole room. At the same time, there is a bit more fireworks.

The waiter swallowed silently, even though there were two plates on the table.

One plate is more, one plate is less.

But he didn't think about treating him to chestnuts. After all, he was very self-aware about the shopkeeper's character.

Lin Huai, "in the midst of his busy schedule," took a moment to look at the man next to him, who looked a little pitiful.

He said without emotion: "That plate is yours."

While speaking, he casually raised his fair chin, then pulled it back slightly. I can’t tell whether it was proactive or reluctant.

The waiter slowly opened his eyes and took several seconds to react.

Maybe he heard it correctly?

The shopkeeper Lin prepared roasted chestnuts for him.

Use your own money to buy sugar and roast chestnuts, and treat him to eat? !

In order to make sure that this was not a dream, the waiter finally moved over slowly, took a chestnut from the small plate, peeled it open, and glanced at him secretly.

The slender and elegant young man concentrated on putting the peeled chestnut meat back on the big plate without even raising his eyelids.

Usually there are almost no such opportunities. The waiter felt that these chestnuts were the most delicious ones he had ever tasted. He was so moved that he didn't mind any questions.

The silence was broken by movement in the stairwell.

The waiter raised his head when he heard the sound, holding two sweet chestnut meats in his mouth and chewing them carefully.

As the lotus-colored clothes fluttered, the girl's slender figure was outlined even more exquisitely.

When he went downstairs, his body was light, and his black hair had two thin braids hanging down. Her white and moist skin is like jade, and her elegant appearance forms a beautiful picture of her own.

The pure beauty has the outstanding grace of a knight-errant.

For the beauty who suddenly appeared, she also came down from upstairs.

The waiter didn't know what to think for a while. He swallowed two chestnuts too quickly and choked.

"Cough...cough!"

I can only retreat temporarily to fill a bowl of water.

It had been a long time since Suna had put on the clothes in a serious manner. She was not used to it now, and she always felt a little more constrained and cumbersome.

Not so relaxed and refreshing.

Feeling the gaze coming towards her, she pursed her lips and raised her eyes, holding the hem of her skirt with her hands and asked in an embarrassed whisper:

"Does it look good?"

Until she came down, the young man remained silent, his thin lips pursed tightly.

The gentle eyelashes cling to the eyelids and remain motionless. A pair of beautiful eyes are like clear lake water in spring, swaying in tranquility.

Suna felt her face was a little hot and was about to raise her hand to touch it. But he was hugged from the waist and his body tilted.

He was brought into his arms by the skill of one hand and sat on the young man's lap.

The girl subconsciously wanted to get up, but the hand attached to her waist did not relax.

"Good-looking." This was the answer to her previous question.

Suna glanced around, but the waiter hadn't come back yet. But this posture is too...

Isn't it appropriate for a public place? !

"Let me go first." The girl whispered, blushing and discussing.

"It's good like this." The young man's voice was slow and gentle, like strong tea being sipped carefully.

Suna couldn't see his expression, but she knew that both of his hands were touching her waist, as if he was artistically depicting her.