To You, My Beloved

Although Tang Shi was looking for candles, his thoughts were all on Gu Qingcheng's body. He repeatedly rubbed his fingertips with his fingers that she had just touched, and wiped away the warmth she had left on it. When everything was clean, Tang Shi was sure that all of this was real. It wasn't that he was dreaming. Gu Qingcheng actually came to his house to borrow candles!

He was suddenly glad that he didn't stay on the top of the mountain to watch the fireworks, and he was also suddenly glad that he didn't go to the card game so early.

Gu Qingcheng held the cup that Tang Shi handed over, sat on the sofa, staring at Tang Shi's house, looking for boxes and cabinets.

On his feet, one was wearing shoes, the other was not, and the laces were not fastened. As he walked, the laces were constantly shaking.

Her gaze had been paying attention to his left leg and found that he had been walking straight.

In fact, where did Tang Shi know where the candles were placed in the house? These trivial things were always taken care of by servants. He never paid attention. Tang Shi almost rummaged through the entire living room. He was commissioned in the afternoon to welcome the New Year. The neat and tidy living room that people cleaned up was messed up by him, as if it had been robbed or looted.

Gu Qingcheng couldn't bear to put down the water cup and stood up: "If not, forget it..."

"Yes." Tang Shi didn't wait for Gu Qingcheng to finish speaking, so he interrupted her in a hurry.

If the power is off, there is either a problem with the circuit or a trip. He only needs to go over and check it. It doesn't take a minute to solve the problem. There is no need to borrow any candles.

When she didn't take the initiative to look for him, he never thought of disturbing her, but now she appeared in front of him unexpectedly, but he desperately wanted to extend such a time of solitude longer Some, longer.

After Tang Shi finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said to Gu Qingcheng: "Wait a minute."

Then a call was broadcast.

"Sister-in-law Zhang? I'm Tang Shi...Where did you put the candles in the house?" Tang Shi held the phone, and the tone of his mouth sounded soft. As he asked, he pointed at the bottom of the first floor. He walked away, then opened the door at the end, and walked in. The door was not closed. Gu Qingcheng was standing in the living room. You could hear Tang Shi's voice coming from inside, but the tone was one hundred and eighty. The degree of change, irritable and ruthless: "Don't you know that candles are essential supplies for daily life. What do you put under the innermost box of the storage room?"

"What do you care about me looking for candles!" Following Tang Shi's last rant, Gu Qingcheng saw Tang Shi walking out of the room with two packs of candles in his hands.

Tang Shi walked in front of Gu Qingcheng, handed the candle over, and the voice of speaking did not leave any trace of the hostility of the first call: "Is it enough?"

There are about six candles in a pack, and twelve in two packs. Gu Qingcheng didn't really cut off the power, so he just reached out and took a pack and said, "Thank you."

After getting the candle, Gu Qingcheng subconsciously floated a glance at Tang Shi's left leg. She moved her lips, but she didn't know where to speak, asking about his injury.

After borrowing candles, is she leaving?

Tang Shi's throat rolled, subconsciously trying to say a few more words to Gu Qingcheng, so he asked, "Do you need a lighter?"