【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

Speaking of which, this was the first time the two of them had eaten alone face to face.

Although the relationship is not clear yet, but——

It really feels like a date.

Dadalia lowered his head and held the menu tightly in his hands. Even though the environment of the restaurant was very good, he did not take the time to look around, as if he could see the actual dishes by staring at the menu.

He does not lack the courage to take a step, but at this moment, he is a little nervous?

"It doesn't matter, just feel free to do it. I don't have any taboos."

The girl probably saw Dadalia's nervousness, and did not choose to give him a step up. Instead, she held up her face and looked at him with a smile, so that her direct sight, even if it was blocked by the hood, still made Dadalia invisible. Leah is pushed into an even deeper dilemma.

So interesting, so thought--

Rub his head.

"That's it."

Dadalia pretended to be calm and handed the menu to the waiter.

"Ah, here's my share."

The girl took out an identical menu from somewhere:

"If there is any overlap between the two menus, just use the previous one. It's troublesome."

dadalia.exe is not responding.

Yes, in this restaurant, each person has a menu each time.

"Miss!"

Dadalia was a little angry:

"You're teasing me!"

"what?"

The girl watched the waiter close the door of the private room, pulled down her hood with a smile, and looked at Dadalia pretending to be innocent:

"Did I do something?"

"you!"

Dadalia was speechless.

She didn't really seem to be doing anything.

But it’s clear that everything has been done, right?

Dadalia snorted softly, moved his eyes away, and lightly covered his pupils with his eyelids, as if he could stop his overly enthusiastic emotions from flowing out, so that he would not fall behind.

"Miss, it's just because I like you."

"Actually, Miss understands everything. It's just because I like you that she laughs at me so unscrupulously."

what.

Exposed.

"Then will you be unhappy?"

Dadalia flattened his mouth, as if he was aggrieved, but people could feel that he was smiling:

"will not."

"After all, since I like Miss, I will be happy no matter what I do to my Miss."

Eyes.

So hot.

This time it was the girl's turn to look away sheepishly, as if trying to escape.

He seems to have never known what reserve is. Like some kind of bird that has just passed the spring, it will place the small things it has collected under the sun at once, and then start to display them as if they were showing off.

"Miss, are you shy?"

Before Dardalia could completely turn her back on customers, she heard a knock on the door and the waiter's shout:

"Sir, your dishes are ready, will you serve them now?"

Hearing this, the girl hurriedly put the hood back on, but she was not too panicked. She even had her hands free to stuff a few strands of hair that had slipped out into the hood.

Dadalia watched the girl finish doing this before speaking:

"Okay, let's serve."

This restaurant takes a high-end route. The portion of each dish is not large, but there are many varieties and the presentation is wonderful. Therefore, even though there are only two people eating, those carrying the dishes are filing in in an orderly manner. enter.

And Dadalia didn't look at the dishes at all, but looked straight at the girl.

Not surprisingly, she should have been here before.

Otherwise, the movements she took off and put on her hat just now would not be so smooth, natural and leisurely.

Is she really a young lady from a wealthy family?

It's just that he seems to have never seen her before.

I've been asking around a little bit intentionally or unintentionally these days, but I haven't heard of any young lady running away from home.

But I can't say for sure. After all, running away from home is not something that brings glory to the family. People in some families are so proud that they can hide it, so naturally they won't talk about it on the table.

"What are you looking at me for?"

The girl tilted her head, pulled off her hat again, and straightened her hair. Although the blush on her face was still not completely gone, she looked calm overall.

"Miss," Dadalia brought the plate in front of the girl to him, skillfully cut the meat inside and put the plate back, "You seem to have never told me what your name is."

"Where do you come from and what have you experienced?"

She seemed to be always preoccupied, yet always calm and unhurried.

She naturally ignores time, as if the flow of time is completely separated from her. She doesn't care about time, and similarly, time has no interest in her.

It can be said that this is a good temperament and upbringing developed by a wealthy family, but Dadalia always felt that there was something different, but he couldn't tell.

It can only be said that her temperament does not seem to be entirely based on money.

Sure enough, would you still ask this?

The girl picked up a piece of tender meat, took a bite, and chewed slowly.

This can be regarded as buying time for her to come up with ideas.

"Otherwise, guess what?"

Well, if you can't answer the question, just ask it back.

"I guess......"

Sure enough, Dadalia was led away by the girl's thoughts.

His eyes and mouth were open, and the girl seemed to be able to see countless flashes of Dadalia's outrageous thoughts.

However, he didn't say a word.

Thoughts circled in his mind before Dadalia closed his mouth and shook his head:

"I don't want to think too much, miss."

Dadalia's head and eyes were lowered, as if he was deliberately showing weakness. I don't know if it was because he just thought of what he was thinking about, but he seemed extremely aggrieved:

"That would make me sad."

"..."

Like a big dog.

The girl was thinking so, and her hand reached to the top of Dadalia's head as if she had her own thoughts, and then she pressed it on without any hesitation:

"If you want to hear it, I'll tell you some time."

"Just not now."

The dog is confused, the dog is aggrieved, the dog nods.

The movement of Dadalia's head caused the soft orange hair to rub against the girl's hand, like a large dog acting coquettishly.

"Miss, at least give me a specific time," Dadalia's tone was compromised and aggrieved, "otherwise, I will feel that life is a bit difficult."

what.

Dadalia is still a bit childish and stubborn in this regard.

After all, everyone knows that it is difficult to have a specific time for this kind of thing.

Dardalia like this is a bit hard to fool.

So the girl simply used her other hand to support her face, and the hand on Dadalia's head began to pick up pieces of hair between her fingers, and then let them fall slowly, repeating the cycle:

"I can't tell you this. Why don't you come and ask me every day?"