"Most of the clothes she designs are in M size, so," He Zhili paused, "to be able to launch, her height is probably around 165."

"In the published design model drawings, the models are all with long curly hair, and they can have such characteristics, not because she likes long curly hair, or because she herself has long curly hair.

"Besides, as long as you go to her Weibo, you can see that although her design style is changeable, the most commonly used element is still white."

When He Zhili said this, he almost wrote "You have a weak heart" on his face.

Xu Youzhi felt a little novel: "Where did you come up with the crooked reasoning, what if people don't have 165?" ”

"How do you know there's this in case."

He Zhili glanced at the snow-white on the corners of her lips, curled her knuckles lightly, gently rubbed the foamy cream onto her fingertips, her eyelashes drooped, and she stared at it indifferently for a few seconds.

Xu Youzhi: "Why don't you eat it?" ”

He turned his head, his fingertips hanging down: "Because I hate it." ”

"Cheng, I shouldn't have brought you here today, I should have let you stay there, obediently waiting for me to bring the leftovers back."

Xu Youzhi closed his eyes leisurely, raised his hand and rubbed his head as if venting his anger, and then lowered his head and concentrated on playing with his mobile phone.

“……”

He Zhili glanced at her.

The snow-white and beautiful fingertips moved slightly.

The young man coughed in disguise, and acted quite decently, his slender knuckles touched his lips, the tip of his tender tongue curled, and the half-lump of cream on his fingertips entered his lips and teeth.

It turns out that liking can really be a flavoring, something that has been stained by her, the sweetness lingers in the silk button, spreads from a little tongue, and then gradually enters the heart.

He had just tasted the mille-feuille she had eaten.

The taste really doesn't have to be said, the milky aroma is mixed with the texture of mango, the sweetness is just right, he only takes a bite, and he doesn't feel tired.

It was clearly the same kind of cream, but the corner of her mouth was only a small piece, and he thought it was so sweet.

Sweet and greasy.

The first time the boy did this kind of thing, the tips of his ears were dyed with a thin layer of crimson because of the little pinch that still existed in his heart, his face was quite calm, but his fingertips were clenched helplessly.

“…… I hate it. ”

He steadied himself, and the next second, he heard an obvious joking voice coming from his side.

Xu Youzhi looked at him.

Hold your head and look at him.

It's obviously a gesture of watching a play.

Her eyebrows were raised, her lips hooked, and her voice was lowered, but her tone was lengthened, which was quite neat.

He Zhili's mind, which had just stabilized, instantly panicked again.

He paused and thought for two seconds: "...... Yes. ”

Xu Youzhi likes to tease him, and she wants to see that people have not entered so far, so she almost fell asleep after waiting for more than half an hour.

Boredom is inexplicable.

In this kind of boring time, Xu Youzhi can only relieve her boredom by teasing him, she licked the corners of her lips, squinted her eyes, pretended not to see the obvious look at the bottom of the young man's eyes, and wanted her to shut up, and continued to make up the knife brightly: "The cake crumbs in the corners of my sister's lips are sweeter than ordinary cakes?" ”

He Zhili: "......"

"If you want to eat it, just go and get it for you."

He Zhili's eyebrows jumped fiercely: "......"

"He kitten." She suddenly cupped her cheeks and leaned closer, the corners of her lips raised, and she tilted her head, "I didn't expect it, our cat-"

She paused, then laughed again.

That's how leisurely it was connected.

"It's still a - a decent kitten."