The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

Mu Qianxi couldn't breathe when she thought about being in the same place with that person. After arriving at the square, she was finally able to temporarily escape from the oppression and fear, and her mood improved a lot.

Mu Qianxi's eyes suddenly lit up, and she pointed at the store in front of her where a line was waiting, and said to him, "Leng Che! I want to eat that, cheese sticks!"

"You wait here for me."

Leng Che had a cold expression but spoke directly and immediately went over to line up at the end of the line.

When he bought two cheese sticks, he turned around and looked at where she was, but found that the girl was gone, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"Mu Qianxi!"

He rushed back to where he was, his dark eyes full of panic, and he looked around anxiously. It was not until his eyes fell on a familiar figure not far away that he let out a sigh of relief.

Not far away, she was helping a girl with limited mobility to move her wheelchair up a step. Afterwards, the girl seemed to thank her. She smiled and said something, her eyes curved into a crescent, purer and brighter than the moon tonight.

At that moment, everyone around him seemed to be filtered out, and she was the only one left in his eyes.

When their eyes met, Leng Che saw Mu Qianxi trotting towards him. She was like a lively and innocent little sparrow, so adorable.

She took a cheese sausage, took a bite, and her eyes sparkled: "It's delicious."

She is always easily pleased.

Leng Che's eyes softened, but he noticed that the fishbone braid on one side of her hair had loosened.

"Your hair is loose."

"Ah, but I don't know how to braid my hair. Leng Che, help me."

"Me, neither can I."

After a while, he was seen holding her soft black hair, at a loss, while the person concerned sat on the bench, enjoying his service heartlessly, holding a cheese sausage in one hand and eating it with relish.

Leng Che frowned and looked at the fishbone braid on the other side, but he still had no idea where to start. After thinking for a long time, he finally had to bite the bullet and braid it.

I feel that braiding hair is much more difficult than physics competition problems. The shape is clearly there, but after struggling for a long time, it still doesn’t look right.

"Are you ready?" Mu Qianxi asked.

She had almost finished her sausage.

Leng Che looked at the asymmetrical braids on both sides, and the worry between his brows deepened.

"I...didn't write it very well..." It was the first time he felt so discouraged.

She was happy, her dark pupils bright and clear under the light: "It's okay, I don't mind Leng Che's craftsmanship~"

But he despised himself and secretly swore to himself that he would learn it secretly when he returned and weave a nice one for her next time.

Leng Che came up to her from behind the bench and saw that there was only a skewer left of the sausage in her right hand, and she was eating the one in her left hand with only one bite left.

"...Mu Qianxi, the one on the left is mine." I asked her to help hold it just now, but I didn't expect that she would start eating it.

Mu Qianxi's expression froze, and then she couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, is it yours? I'm sorry, I couldn't help it..."

Maybe I felt particularly happy and relaxed when I was next to him, so I ate his share without realizing it.

"Of course." Leng Che looked a little unnatural, "I... I even took a bite."

Unexpectedly, she was simple-minded and focused on the first sentence. She held the remaining cheese sausage in front of him and boldly teased him: "Then I'll give it back to you!"

"...Who wants to eat what you left? Greedy cat!"

Leng Che pretended to be angry and turned away, but she really followed him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Leng Che! Can I compensate you with a new one?" She giggled and leaned her head closer to him.

"No." Leng Che turned his shoulder away, refusing her attempt to get close to him.

She came closer again shamelessly: "Two! If not, three! Ten! Ten will be fine! Don't be angry, Leng Che!"

"No." His tone was cold, but he turned his face away and smiled out of her sight.

"You don't like it? Then I'll treat you to milk tea. Milk tea will be fine, right?"

"can."

"I like milk tea, no wonder you are so sweet~"

"..."

The two walked in the square for a while. Mu Qianxi was in a good mood. Suddenly, she thought of something and a cunning look flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.

Leng Che was lost in thought, thinking about the right time to confess to her, when the next moment, he felt a warm touch on his right hand, and then it was lifted up.

Leng Che looked down at her hand and saw that her white and soft little hand was holding his. The reckless girl was also looking at him, looking smug and proud.

"Leng Che, your hands are so cold!"

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her steadily without saying a word.

His body was cold, she knew that.

"My pockets are very warm, do you want to try it?" Mu Qianxi asked him in a light tone.

Without waiting for his response, she took his hand and put it in the pocket of her down jacket.

Leng Che paused, opened his eyes slightly, and his heartbeat stopped for a moment before starting to beat violently.

After being in a trance for a few seconds, he came back to his senses and answered in a low, hoarse voice, "It is indeed very warm."

her hand.

Their skin touched, he felt her body temperature.

It seemed that even the bones in her hands were soft and could be easily deformed.

"Yeah! I told you my pockets are warm! You can keep them there for a while longer!"

The girl in front of him smiled at him, her dark eyes were particularly bright because of the smile. Leng Che was distracted for a moment. He knew that he had fallen into the trap she had set for him, but he didn't want to resist. He whispered to her, "Yeah."

His ears turned red and he let her hold his hand and take them for a walk.

His hands were cool and easy to hold, and she liked them very much. Mu Qianxi held the hand in her pocket, feeling very happy. She thought, Leng Che is too easy to deceive, so she might as well hold his hand and go home.

"But if someone says the same thing to you, you have to refuse!" she said.

"Why?" he asked knowingly.

"Because..." Mu Qianxi paused for a few seconds and began to make up a story without changing her expression, "Because other people's pockets are not as warm as mine! Your hands are so cold, you can only put them in my pocket!"

I will only be in your pocket and will only hold your hand.

Now is probably a good time to express your true feelings.

He stared at her coldly, his eyes gradually deepening, and said, "Mu Qianxi, I have something to say..."

"Wow! There's a show over there! Leng Che! Let's go check it out!"

Her eyes were attracted by the small stage not far away. Once again, she failed to hear what he said and excitedly pulled him over there like a happy little magpie.

Leng Che: "..."

He was depressed: What a show, what's so good about it! I just wanted to tell her the answer, why is it so hard to grasp the timing!