Chapter 57: I can't help myself

"Alright, the formalities are all done!" Putting Wu Shuang's luggage in her apartment meant that all the required enrollment procedures had been completed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

In the narrow space of ten square meters, there were only Wu Shuang and Yang Long, the atmosphere was very quiet for a while, and only the breathing of the two could be heard.

"What's next?" Perhaps realizing the current situation, Wu Shuang's face flushed again, and he didn't dare to look at Yang Long.

"Uh...... It's not time to eat yet. Yang Long grabbed his hair, Wu Shuang came too suddenly, he didn't have any preparation at all, and suddenly Yang Long had an idea, "Why don't we go out for a walk, I'll take you around Duke's campus, well, just go to Duke Garden, there are 220,000 square meters!" ā€

"Don't you have to go to orientation?" Wu Shuang's big eyes blinked, obviously interested in Yang Long's proposal.

"I'll make a phone call to Chen Hao, and I won't go there today."

Oh, presumably Chen Hao understands Yang Long at this time, and he can't blame him for being heavy on color and light on friends~

"Wow, it's really beautiful!" Wu Shuang cheered like a little girl, and it could be seen that she was in a very happy mood.

"Yes, Duke Gardens is known as the crown jewel of Duke University and one of the first and most beautiful public gardens in the United States. There is also a lotus pond in front of it, planted with cherry blossoms, bamboo forests, red maples, and a small red arch bridge, which is Chinese style! The beauty of Duke Gardens was indeed unforgettable, but at this time, Yang Long found that it was difficult to take his eyes off Wu Shuang's body.

Yang Long didn't know that Wu Shuang was coming to Duke, and she didn't say anything about it in her previous contact. But even if she didn't say it, Yang Long still knew her intentions. Don't blame Yang Long for being narcissistic, but as long as he doesn't have no emotional intelligence, he can know it.

"Great, you're going to be responsible for showing me around all the fun places in Duke in the future!"

"No problem."

Wu Shuang walked on Yang Long's left side, and the distance between them was very close, only a fist away.

Yang Long could smell the fresh girlish fragrance on Wu Shuang's body, and the smell made him intoxicated.

Yang Long plucked up his courage and took Wu Shuang's right hand. Wu Shuang's fingers were straight and slender, and Yang Long's palm was large and rough, holding her hand in his hand, Yang Long felt silky and cool.

Wu Shuang didn't struggle, but suddenly fell silent, and the two of them walked quietly in the woods.

"What are you doing?" After a while, Wu Shuang stopped and looked at the right hand held by Yang Long and asked.

"I ...... Uh......" Yang Long's face turned red, and he hurriedly let go of his hand.

"Why did you let go, I didn't see you so embarrassed just now."

Hearing Wu Shuang say this, Yang Long took her right hand again, and I have to say that he likes the feeling of being skin-to-skin with Wu Shuang.

"Hmph, what are you of mine, why are you holding my hand?"

Holding Wu Shuang's jade hand, looking at Wu Shuang's cute appearance of pouting his small mouth, and remembering the mutual talk with her in the previous days, Yang Long's heart was soft.

"Shuang'er, I like you, be my girlfriend!" This sentence is uncontrollable!

Yang Long didn't know where he got the courage, this sentence seemed to pry open his mouth!

"I'll think about it!" At this time, Wu Shuang didn't have the arrogant appearance just now, and his cheeks flushed when he heard Yang Long's confession.

"What are you thinking about, you've come to the United States for me!"

"Ahh Stinky beauty, who said I came to the United States for you? ā€

Although Wu Shuang denied it, she did not try to get rid of the right hand held by Yang Long.

Feeling the temperature of Wu's palms, Yang Long knew that he would not want to let go from now on.

"I don't care, you'll be my girlfriend in the future!"

"Hooligans!" Wu Shuangjiao said angrily.

Sweetness, this is Yang Long's only feeling.

The clouds in the sky seemed to turn into a large lump of marshmallows.