Is it real?

Yes, in the past, in Deng Junting's heart, she was like an existence that does not eat fireworks in the world. And now she is a little fairy who has been contaminated with soy sauce, vinegar, oil, salt and tea in the mortal world.

The difference between them is that the real her makes him more excited, and it also makes him want to care for and have more.

The inexplicable sense of distance from her has gradually faded into invisibility unconsciously.

Slowly interlocking his slender ten fingers, Deng Junting circled the cup of pure black coffee, which was slowly becoming less hot, around his chest.

His affectionate eyes fell on the beautiful face that was slightly flushed with red pink.

"Thank you... Your encouragement and comfort to me. ”

Relieved of a little restraint, she raised her eyes slightly shyly and smiled at him, and suddenly felt much more relaxed.

"Xiao Cai, don't be so polite to me."

Deng Junting's magnetic voice is full of watery affection.

From the moment he knew himself, he had been calling her "Xiao Cai", but she had never been able to make her heartbeat suddenly skip half a beat like now.

Her heart, a little uncontrollable...

Staring at her talking eyes, Deng Junting's eyes were not only full of tenderness, but also serious.

"I know what I'm going to say next, I should find a more opportune time to talk to you again, but I still want to listen to the voice from the bottom of my heart, so that I don't have regrets at this moment."

Pounding... Pounding...

Cai Cai's heart beat uncontrollably, and she seemed to know what he would say to her. Looking into his eyes, she sensed that there was only a blank space in her mind.

Blending with his eyes in the air, she vaguely saw herself with a little expectation and a little nervousness in his obsidian-like pupils.

She still felt a little strange about him feeling like this.

"Can you guess what you look like in my heart?"

Glancing at her affectionately, he turned his eyes to the small potted plant beside him.

Reaching out to the bottom of the shiny rhizome, he took out a delicate little brocade box.

The brocade box is coiled with a little shiny gold thread, which makes the dark brown satin box more quaint and noble.

With his left hand, he gently removed the caramel macchiato in front of her, placing the delicate brocade box in the original place of the macchiato, and he smiled at her like a spring breeze:

"It's like it."

Raising his hand, he motioned for her to open the box.

Looking at the delicate brocade box in front of her, she looked up at him again, encouraging him and

With the expectation in her eyes, she reached out and picked up the beautiful little brocade box.

The dark brown brocade box slowly opened under her fair and slender fingertips.

A lifelike snow-white jasmine flower is elegantly presented in front of her eyes, and the oval petals that are as thin as cicada wings, with deep and shallow concave and convex veins, bloom with an elegant fragrance at will, as if it is coming to the nose.

What a beautiful jasmine.

From the first glance of seeing it, Cai Cai's mind came up with a poem with a lot of meaning.

Jasmine blooms in late spring, and jade bone ice muscle shadow fragrant yarn.

The talent is fairy, soft and green, and the moonlit night is clear and snowflake-watching.

It's just beautiful.

Even if you put it in the midst of colorful flowers, with its vividness and real attitude, it will definitely attract butterflies and bees fluttering.

"In my heart, you are as pure and flawless as it, elegant and fragrant."

Most importantly, it has a very domineering and direct flower language: you are mine.

Yes, he had always wished that he could have her.

Such a domineering flower language, Cai Cai naturally knows it.

Fingertips gently touched the snow-white wooden petals, and she was silent.

Indeed, it is really inappropriate for him to say this to her now, because she has just experienced the pain and sadness of the failure to confess, how can she expect her to accept the arrival of another emotion in such a short time.

But why, her heart is beating so fast?

Frowning slightly, she didn't know what was wrong with her.

"I wonder, do you like me a little? Would you be willing to give me a chance? ”

He looked at her with far-reaching eyes, with persistence.

Putting down the jasmine she loved so much, she still didn't speak.

It's not that she doesn't want to speak, but she can't figure out where the excitement, the expectation, and the desire in her heart come from?

Does she like him? She didn't know.

Does she have a crush on him? She thought it should be.

So can she give him a chance? She was hesitant and hesitant.

Her heart was already scarred at the moment, and it was not fair to him that she didn't want him to become a victim of emotional transition in order to soothe her heartache.

Although she really longs for a man who can take good care of her, cherish her, and bring her meticulous love.

However, it must be her who also has the same emotional germination.

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