His articulation has a bit of Korean accent, but when I listen carefully, I think it is very fluent American English, but I deliberately slow down and conform to her usual way of expression.

“Ithinkstuff.” (I'm thinking about things.) ）

Zhong Yuebai defended, pretending that it was not that he was timid, but that he was stumped by some trivial matter.

Jiang Chengbin looked at her, "Whatstuff? (What's the matter?) ）

That's what she asked.

You can't tell him that you just yy him in your head, right?

So in a hurry, he said, "Youaretallerthanithink." (You're taller than I thought.) ）

He's half a head taller than her, right?

"Ok~" Jiang Chengbin didn't know whether he believed it or not, but corrected, "thanyou'thought'."

"Oh......" Zhong Yuebai responded, reacted again, and followed softly, "Youthought..."

Seeing her like this, a glimmer of light burst out from his eyes, revealing a pair of drunken dimples.

At the end of the corridor in Block B of the venue, there is a staircase that leads to the basement level, and down the stairs are several powder rooms of the venue, as well as the lounge.

He wears a pair of black and white sneakers, stepping on the dark and shiny steps, like a slow dance of black and white keys, making people feel teased.

Zhong Yuebai walked beside him, probably a little closer, and there was a faint citrus smell on his clothes, a clean and simple taste.

“Mirrorsaidhesayouatthemall.” (Mirror: He'll see you at the mall this afternoon.) ）

He continued in the simplest English.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuebai felt weak, stepped on the air under his feet, and leaned back.

In the subconscious exclamation, a pair of arms caught her in time, but she was also carried by inertia, and she almost didn't stabilize, so she could only press her to the wall, and then took a long step and stepped on the two steps below.

This move in a hurry shocked the two people at the same time.

Zhong Yuebai's back was tightly pressed against the cold porcelain wall, his brain was blank, and he stared at Jiang Chengbin with wide eyes for more than ten seconds before he recovered from the fright.

His face was close at hand, and there was a hint of horror on his face, and the sleeves of his team uniform were wrinkled because of the action just now, a little embarrassed, but the strength of his grip on her shoulder was very powerful.

He slowed down for a moment, and seemed to finally realize that this posture was inappropriate, and quickly let go of her, and said apologetically, "Sorry."

The shoulder was scratched, and there was still a little pain, but you can imagine how much effort this thin-looking boy used to catch her.

Suddenly, as if he had been hit by something, Zhong Yuebai had vague palpitations, revealing an expression of self-blame and guilt, "Ishouldsaysorry... areyouok?” (I'm supposed to be sorry, your hands are okay, right?) ）

Jiang Chengbin shook his head and took another step, "Youshouldatchoutsteps." (You should pay more attention to the steps when you walk in the future.) ）

His expression was no longer the smile he had before, and it was a little solemn.

Thinking that he was unhappy, Zhong Yuebai nodded hurriedly, looking as well-behaved and well-behaved.

Seeing this, a trace of helplessness flashed on Jiang Chengbin's face, and he stretched out his hand towards her and asked, "Needhold?" (Do you need me to lead you?) ）

His hands are slender and well-proportioned, the joints are beautiful, and there is a flexible tension between his fingers, so that his hands, looking bare, are pleasing to the eye.

Zhong Yuebai muttered, "I'm not a child anymore...... ）

What kind of hand, she was ...... just now That's a distraction, and it's not often walking and slipping.