Ye Qingling's heart began to thump again.
She doesn't know if it's her own illusion. Why is brother Shujuan different from the serious one at that time?
It seems that there is something in the story.
But she didn't dare to think much, so she had to follow Lin Shu.
There was already a cake shop on this side of the commercial square. Lin Shujuan and ye Qingling chose one with a white swan on it and went directly to a nearby club.
Lin Shujuan, the chain club, came to talk about the project with his tutor. He ordered a private room, ordered some dishes, and took Ye Qingling to sit down on the sofa.
Ye Qingling came to such a place for the first time and was a little embarrassed.
Such a lonely man and few women, and in the private room, always give her a feeling that she is at a loss.
However, the roses on one side exude melodious fragrance, adding a bit of ambiguity to the whole space.
Soon, the dishes are ready.
They ate some cushions before opening the cake.
Put 18 candles on the cake and light them one by one. Lin Shu gets up and turns off the lights.
The light suddenly dimmed down, and in their eyes, there was only the beating candle.
"Qingling, you can make a wish."
Lin Shujuan said, "only when you say it will your wish come true."
After that, he leaned over and gently inserted the princess's hair crown into Ye Qingling's hair.
Ye Qingling could hardly breathe for a moment.
The beating light and shadow, the person you like in front of you, and the clear breath of him, with the fragrance of rose, are intoxicating.
Fortunately, in the dim light, ye Qingling is glad that Lin Shujuan can't see her red ears.
All she could do was whisper, "I've heard that wishes don't work."
Lin Shujuan is serious, as if doing academic research: "Qingling, what you hear is wrong."
"Ah..." Ye Qingling's heart and liver trembled.
She has already thought about her wish, or her wish has always been one.
From the age of seven to eighteen, he was all she thought about.
But she can't say it!
Lin Shujuan slightly close, said: "candle burning, if you do not wish, the wish will be defeated."
"The wish of eighteen is the best." He said.
Ye Qingling's heart beat quickly, and there was a layer of sweat on her forehead.
Her voice faltered: "I, I don't know how to say it..."
"If you can't think of a wish." Lin Shujuan changed the way: "you can ask me one thing."
"Qingling, as long as you say it, I will promise you."
Ye Qingling looks at Lin Shujuan in shock.
At the moment, her ears are buzzing, some things are rooted in the soul, so the moment she says it, she reacts, but it's too late to regret——
"Brother Shujuan, I want to be with you."
Ye Qingling fiercely covers his mouth, embarrassment let her turn to run.
But at the same time, a clear male voice sounded, only one word——
"Good."
Ye Qingling suddenly turns his head and looks at Lin Shujuan in disbelief.
A moment later, she felt that it must be Lin Shujuan who studies medicine all day. She didn't know what she meant, so she agreed to be so straightforward!
So she stumbled and explained:
"Brother Shujuan, what I mean by being together is not that we are in the same space, you are with me... I, I mean... Forget it, you don't need to know, i..."
Ye Qingling was incoherent and could hardly make a sound at the back.