"ngng, don’t say it like that. I’d love to stay far away from you to avoid any misunderstandings..."
Li Peifeng thought, with three troublemakers at ho, where do I have the ti to talk romance or love with you.
He Ying chuckled, "Oh, the misunderstanding has already happened. That Sister Zheng, and also Yao Xun, why do you think she didn’t let volunteer? And why insisted on doing it with ? Isn’t it all because of you?"
"Sister Zheng definitely misunderstood, but Yao Xun, I think you’re overthinking it. That was four years ago. After I started my graduate studies, this was the first ti seeing her, so we’re just a bit more than strangers."
"You can actually say that?"
"We really aren’t close. Didn’t you see she just nodded at when we t just now?"
"That’s because Yao Xun was shy! As soon as we stepped out of the hallway, she imdiately recognized you and even asked to confirm it. And you’re saying your relationship is just a bit more than strangers now?"
Li Peifeng sighed, "So what do you want to say? Do you want to narcissistically believe that wearing protective gear doesn’t affect my looks, and makes even more handso, and that I can be noticed without doing anything? That Yao Xun is madly in love with , didn’t lose any affection over the four years; in fact, it deepened, and I’m completely indifferent to it, being a total jerk?"
He Ying turned her head slightly surprised, looking at him carefully, "Indeed handso, inexplicably handso... But Peifeng, you seem a bit anxious, are you in trouble? Is it worrying about the pandemic or because of the additional people at ho?"
Li Peifeng changed the topic, "I was thinking, why don’t we tidy up your garage these days, just fix it up a little so we can host people there. With the lockdown, the residents inside must be in a bad mood. Maybe you could give them so psychological support. Getting familiar with faces would benefit your future studio business, and I’m sure the community will strongly support it."
He Ying smiled, "It’s not a bad idea, but why not start with you first?"
"Did you forget the principle of not consulting acquaintances?"
"It’s not really consulting, just casual chatting."
He Ying’s tone was very casual. Her eyes unintentionally saw a shared bike in front of building No.4, and her eyes glead. She patted Li Peifeng, "Walking is tiring; you ride and take ."
Li, not too willing, "How ambiguous, who was it again who said to maintain distance just now?"
"Then I’ll ride, and you walk."
He Ying walked towards the bicycle regardless. Li Peifeng had to agree, choosing to carry her on the bike instead of walking and watching her ride.
And so, the patrol duo got a mode of transport—a shared bike!
"What a sha... it’s not sumr."
The cold wind in the early winter night was indeed a bit chilly, although He Ying was wearing quite a lot, with goggles on her head, covered from head to toe, but the gloves on her hands were made of dical rubber, a thin layer, not windproof.
"Sparrows outside the window~chattering on the telephone pole~you said this sentence ~feels very sumry..."
Li Peifeng rode the bike, humming a tune, then suddenly asked, "How about now? Does it feel like sumr?"
He Ying didn’t answer, retracted her open arms, wrapping them around Li Peifeng’s waist, looking up at the not-so-bright stars in the night sky, she softly said, "Continue."
"The rain falls all night~my love overflows like rainwater~the leaves in the yard~piling thickly like my longing~a few words of gossip~can’t cool down my passion..."
One cycling and singing lightly, one sitting on the backseat, observing if any other residents of the community are leaving their buildings unauthorized, each with their own thoughts.
[Hating the night, hating winter, hating being locked down, but if I can always sit on his bike’s backseat like this, that wouldn’t be so bad.]
Indeed, Li Peifeng unintentionally discovered the skill [Heart to Heart] could also hear He Ying’s inner voice, but it was understandable.
It’s hard to say how much ’love’ is between them, but to say there’s no feeling between a man and a woman is impossible.
He Ying has claid countless tis to maintain distance from Li Peifeng, thereby doubling the number of heartbeats.
Li Peifeng, having seen it all, once truly wanted to pursue a relationship with her, but was calmly rejected by He Ying, saying he had no regrets in his heart about it would be a lie.
"Why did you stop singing?"
He Ying felt Li Peifeng suddenly fell silent halfway through his song, thus asked.
Li Peifeng seed reminiscent, "Couldn’t sing out all dreams and fantasy, couldn’t express all sorrow and sighs. The tune doesn’t fit the aning, so I didn’t feel like singing it."
"Then talk about what difficulties you’re facing."
He Ying smiled, "If you say it, maybe I can help you think of sothing."
"I don’t have any difficulties!"
Li Peifeng imdiately denied it, yet hesitated a bit, slowing down the bike until his left foot supported it on the ground and stopped it, then awkwardly said, "I’m just thinking of a new book lately, a harem the, where the main character has many girlfriends. But I haven’t figured out how to write it to be more reasonable and have the female leads accept such a relationship, I’m a bit stuck with my writing, so it’s quite annoying... do you have any ideas?"
He Ying gazed at him earnestly, after a mont, slowly said, "I don’t suggest you write that kind of book, a harem the? It’ll fail, and it will fail terribly!"
Why do you have to speak with gritted teeth?!
Li Peifeng coughed dryly, "This protagonist has nothing to do with the author, don’t overthink!"
"Not at all."
He Ying sneered, "I also wish a writer stuck with writer’s block will stay stuck forever!"
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