After asking, Si Zichen regretted it.

He was afraid that hearing was not the answer he wanted to hear.

If I had known, I wouldn't have asked.

He clenched his hands and poked the plastic box of xiaolongbao with his chopsticks again and again, and soon punctured it and the soup flowed out.

He was still expressionless.

Jiang Cha Cha didn't know why, and then stretched, "Of course, you are my very good friend here." ”

What she didn't know was that the word "friend" she said unintentionally stabbed Si Zichen's heart fiercely.

The heart is clenched.

It hurt so much that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

Si Zichen lowered his head and said nothing.

I really let that girl say it right.

She's really just a friend to him, and she's still a very good friend. Such a friendship is pure and destined not to be mixed with anything else.

In fact, he knew it in his heart, but every time he would subconsciously deny it, wanting to deceive himself.

Feeling the low pressure next to him, Jiang Chacha subconsciously bent over, wanting to see what was wrong with him.

Is she thinking too much?

As a result, as soon as she looked over, she saw Si Zichen's black hat brim move, he raised his head, his expression was calm, and he opened his arms to her, which was a big embrace.

"It's a friend, I'm so tired after the concert, shouldn't you give me a hug and comfort me when you see me?"

He didn't seem to be angry with her anymore, and turned back into the little sun she was familiar with.

"Okay!"

Jiang Chacha smiled, and then gave him a big hug.

Si Zichen stiffened his body, he didn't even have the qualifications to touch her, he could only hug her back a little jerkyly, but the most excessive thing was to gently pat her back with his hand.

It was like holding an oversized version of a plush toy, and he felt unprecedented satisfaction and happiness all over his body.

It turned out that her arms were so fragrant.

It's so warm, I want to keep hugging.

But he knew he couldn't keep her for too long, so he let go of her not long after he patted her on the back.

His hands, hidden behind his back, quietly tightened, trying to grasp the slightest hint of the fragrance that remained on his hands.

After sending her away, watching the taxi gradually drive away, he waved goodbye to her like a big dog with a wagging tail.

When the car disappeared at the end of the road and the smile on his face was gone, he was just like the actor in the magazine's hard photo, and on an early autumn night, he exhaled and looked up at the sky.

Are you just friends?

That seems to be good, too.

Si Zichen stood on the side of the road, lowered his eyes, took out a pack of unopened cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and lit it with a lighter.

An occasional hug like this should be enough to satisfy him.

He should be satisfied.

It's a pity that he has never been an easily satisfied person.

When he raised his eyes again, his youthful face was now shrouded in the night, his eyes were full of anger, and his heart seemed to be a wild beast screaming to run out, and it went on a rampage until its head broke and its blood flowed to a halt.

Si Zichen rubbed the cigarette ash and let it spill into the air.

The loneliness between his eyebrows and eyes made him overlap with the superstar on the huge electronic display screen at the concert.

But she didn't want to be just her friend.

Si Zichen rubbed the cigarette in his hand.

Just like after he had a resident status and a stable income, within a few days, he was tired of eating xiaolongbao as a civilian snack, he wanted to go in and out of high-end restaurants, and he also wanted to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas that others couldn't afford.

He was not satisfied with being confined to the dark corner of the bar, so he went from night to broad daylight, and all the stars came to him.

Si Zichen shook the ash of his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt in the trash can on the side of the road.

It's good to be friends.

But he also wanted to be a friend who had a deep physical communication with her.

He wanted to be in love with her, and he wanted to taste her lips.

(End of chapter)