The theory of evolution

Chapter 157

At seven o'clock, the sky was completely dark, but the night market in the ancient city was full of lights. Bai Shuying walked in the crowd holding Gu Wenxuan's arm. After a while, she stopped, stretched out her hand and pulled Gu Wenxuan's sleeve, His eyes were on the food stall not far away, "I want to eat that."

When she said this, she was still holding a paper cup of ice cream balls in one hand and a dessert box in the other.Gu Wenxuan was quite helpless, what did she eat this night?Hot and sour noodles, octopus balls, sweet potatoes... In her previous life, she was picky about delicacies from mountains and seas, but she didn't expect to fall in love with these roadside snacks now.

He looked at her. Tonight she was wearing a white linen shirt with a light blue skirt underneath. She also specially wore a pair of flat shoes for the convenience of shopping in the night market, revealing her slender ankles and white legs like jade.But at this moment, she slightly raised her head to meet his gaze. Under the light, her eyes were as dark and bright as stars, and there was clearly an undisguised expectation in her eyes.

He finally disarmed and surrendered, walked forward obediently, and joined the queue waiting in front of the food stall.

Bai Shuying stared at his figure, unconsciously showing a smile.To be honest, she doesn't like eating these things very much, she just likes this kind of feeling very much, she likes to go to the night market with him, like to walk across the bluestone road holding his hand, and likes to eat food because she is afraid of being recognized. When he didn't dare to approach the food stall, he walked up silently, and brought back what she wanted after a while.

She wants to make up for these happiness and joys that she has never tasted in her previous life in this life.

Not long after, Gu Wenxuan came back and handed her a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea.She took a sip, and the sweet and fragrant scent permeated her sense of taste. He stared at her with a faint smile in his eyes, and his voice was low and pleasant, "Is it sweet?"

She didn't know what she said, but he didn't hear it clearly, so he approached her unconsciously, and lowered his head slightly, "What did you say? It's loud..."

However, she stretched out her arms to wrap around his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and silenced all his remaining questions.The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus spread in each other's breaths. Soon, she ended the sneak attack and asked with a smile, "Do you think it's sweet or not?"

(End of this chapter)