The lips and teeth were close to each other, and the warm touch swept over again.

In the process of exchanging breaths, Lin Zijia began to attack the city, holding her cheeks with strong and domineering palms of both hands, and he lowered his head while even forcing Su Baixi to raise his face.

Fireworks continue to bloom in the sky, and colorful stars shine one after another.

At that moment, the dark sky was as bright as day, and the faces of the two people who were in close contact were also illuminated in real time.

Lin Zijia closed his eyes, he stepped back a little, did not leave her lips, and said, "I may not have told you, you are very sweet."

"Where's the sweetness?" Su Baixi lowered his eyes and spoke casually.

The tips of the two noses touched, and they got closer to each other.

"It tastes sweet," Lim said.

Su Baixi really hasn't heard anyone say such a description, even if he is kissed, he goes straight to the point, and only the last step in adult life is the focus.

When everything goes its course, there isn't so much purposefulness.

At this time, even a kiss is full of innocence and purity.

There is a staircase on the open-air rooftop, and warm yellow lights are hung around it, and when it is lit, it seems to have a warm atmosphere around it, which makes people feel very reassured.

For a woman, this feeling is like being in an absolutely safe environment, and it is easy to relax the mind.

"No matter how old a woman is, when she hears a man's sweet words, she still feels happy in her heart," Su Baixi smiled, she really thought it was funny, "So, men are women's natural enemies."

Lin Zijia took two bottles of 93-year-old wine at the bottom of the steps, the goblet was on one side, and the bright red wine was poured into the glass, he raised it, shook the glass slightly, and after sobering up the wine, he handed it to her: "Drink two glasses?"

"You didn't put anything, did you?"

The moment Su Baixi took it, he opened his mouth and said such a sentence.

This is mostly ridiculous, but it's not that I really suspect anything, it's just a simple sentence.

When Lin Zijia heard this, he paused slightly in pouring wine, and raised his eyes: "You are so smart, what can I put it?"

didn't expect him to answer, Su Baixi couldn't help but glance at the wine glass a few more times, and really doubted in his heart: "Really let it go?"

Lin Zijia: "Why do you say that?"

Su Baixi raised his eyebrows: "According to your personality and temper, if you don't do anything wrong, you don't need to talk like this, generally those you talk to are weak-hearted."

"So I'm such a thief in your eyes? I knew I wasn't a good image, but now that I hear it, it's true."

Lin Zijia is used to not being able to get any good scripts from Su Baixi, and in her eyes, he may have always been an outright villain.

Because of psychological preparation, when Su Baixi showed such a side, Lin Zijia didn't react much.

Su Baixi: "If I'm not mistaken, you brought up this topic yourself."

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have answered.

Lin Zijia nodded, very approving: "Then do you still drink it?" Don't say you don't dare."

The two of them sat in front of the steps, Lin Zijia made a step lower, his legs were bent at will, casual and natural, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was still a little playful.

Su Baixi held the wine glass and met Lin Zijia's gaze, but for a second, she directly raised the glass in her hand, then brought it to her mouth and took a sip.

"Your behavior, my understanding is that you are willing to drink it whether I put it in or not."

Lin Zijia spoke softly.

Such words came to Su Baixi's ears, and she couldn't help but raise her eyes and pierce it: "Over-interpretation, many things are imaginary, all of them are imagined by you."

Lin Zijia said, "Yes."

"Do you know when I first saw you?" He spoke suddenly.

The surroundings were so quiet that Su Baixi stared at the small warm yellow light in the distance

Light, already in a trance, relaxed feeling, not as vigilant as usual.

Su Baixi smiled: "Your first glance, how do I know when it is."

Lin Zijia drank all the red wine in the cup before saying, "You are the best-looking little girl I have ever seen, everyone didn't grow when I was a child, and you are the same, but your facial features are so clear that I remember them deeply."

"Men are animals who want to see color," Su Baixi said, "It turns out that this skill has awakened since men were young, and it is superficial."

Lin Zijia seemed to think of a long time ago, and he whispered, "Sanguan followed the five senses, and I really liked you at that time."

"I want to do a lot of things for you, when I was in kindergarten, the principal asked us to write down our wishes on a small card, and I wrote that I hoped that Sister Xixi could look at me a few more times and not always contact with the children next door."

At that time, there was indeed such a custom in kindergartens, and at the beginning of the school year and at the time of graduation, there would be a small card wish activity.

The card is collected by the teacher and hung on a small sapling in the backyard of the class.

The saplings are newly planted, planted by each child, and then hung up with their own wish card, which will accompany the child until he graduates.

Lin Zijia smiled and said, "Every time I leave late, when I am left alone, I carry a bucket of water and water your saplings."

Su Baixi remembered this incident before saying, "No wonder the sapling I planted died in the end, it turned out to be you, the culprit."

Su Baixi has only finally solved the case until now, and he can't help but cry and laugh, and said, "Then have you seen my wish card?"

Lin Zijia said, "Blank."

The small card belonging to Su Baixi is always blank.

It's like she's a person, dazzling, when she was a child, she was so arrogant that people wanted to knock her down, let her obey, and make her beg for mercy.

She didn't even have a wish.

"A lot of things don't come to understand until I grow up, but in fact, people are only the best when they are young, without these specious things, and they don't have to think about any interests, let alone worry about the future."

Su Baixi silently did not answer the question of the small card.

She actually wrote it, but with a special highlighter, which needed to be illuminated with a lamp to shine out.

The wine glass is empty.

Lin Zijia poured her another glass and raised her glass: "If one day, the interests and me, will you choose the interests to abandon me?"

That's a strange question.

Su Baixi almost blurted out an answer.

It's just that at the critical moment, reason still prevailed over impulse, and Su Baixi couldn't help whispering, "Don't be kidding, now I didn't choose you, what did you say?"