Cloudside Café

Jiang Yingceng got up and stood still, hurriedly said: "Here, there is a shopping mall nearby, let me buy a pair of new shoes."

Before Yun Xian could say anything, she stepped forward on her own, pulling the wound and had to stop.

Yunxian supported her and asked, "Can you go?"

Jiang Ying nodded vigorously: "I can hold on to such a stretch of road."

Yun Xian lent her his arm, and when he slowly walked to the mall, Jiang Ying picked a counter and sat down.

"You pick it up first, I'll come right away." Yun Xian left after speaking.

Jiang Ying sat on the sofa, and the salesperson showed her a few pairs of styles. Now she looks like a mermaid walking on the tip of a knife. The only standard is that she is uncomfortable.

When Yun Xian came back a few minutes later, he was holding a box of band-aids in his hand.

He asked: "Have you picked it?"

Jiang Ying pointed to the two pairs of shoes beside his feet: "Which pair do you think looks good?"

"It's dark." As he said, he bent one leg down and squatted down, took out a band-aid from the box and tore it open, holding Jiang Ying's ankle and gently pressing it against her wound.

His series of actions were smooth and smooth, and before Jiang Ying could react, Yun Xian had already changed his foot and was dealing with it.

She put her hands on her side, staring at the serious man in front of her, her heart soft, as if all the warmth and splendor of this spring are in front of her at this moment.

After applying the bandage, Jiang Ying put on the pair of shoes picked by Yun Xian, with a pointed black velvet flat sole, and the toe caps were embellished with pearls and diamonds.

Jiang Ying put it on and stomped lightly. The upper was soft and the sole was flat, which was much more comfortable than high-heeled shoes.

Yun Xian helped her stand up: "It matches your skirt very well."

When I walked out of the mall, it was already evening.

The day and night in Shanghai are two different scenes, and the evening at the turn is even more romantic.

The clouds on the horizon were dyed rosy, sinking between the buildings and the trees. The evening peak was approaching. Before a new round of excitement began, the city became quiet and lazy.

"Let's take a sightseeing bus." Jiang Ying said, looking at the sky.

Starting from the People’s Square, bypassing the Bund and Chenghuang Temple, the whole journey takes 35 minutes. The second floor of the open-air sightseeing bus has an excellent view of the city scenery.

They are very lucky. There are not many tourists today. Yunxian and Jiang Ying sit side by side in the back of the car.

When the bus started to depart, Jiang Ying took out a pair of earphones from her bag and gave it to Yun Xian.

The song they listened to was "Strawberries & Cigarettes" by Troye Sivan.

Strawberry smoke seems to be the most suitable to describe a lover.

Give you sweetness and make you intoxicated.

Jiang Ying was distracted for a while, and confirmed the delivery time with the florist he contacted.

She has never confessed to others, has no experience, and dare not think whether the result is good or bad. But there are thousands of people in the world, and at this moment, only this man is by her side, sharing music with her, and sharing the sunset with her.

Then tonight, Jiang Ying will take a gamble no matter what, whether Yunxian is willing to make a fake show.

They sat side by side, the evening breeze blowing through the ends of their hair.

When the song of three minutes and twenty-one seconds was played in a loop for the third time, when the lazy male voice sang "strawberriesandcigarettesalwaystastelikeyou", Jiang Ying found that Yunxian seemed to be watching her, so she turned her head.

Meeting the man's gaze, he found that there was a smile in his eyes and the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Ying pinched the scattered strands of hair behind her ears and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Perhaps it was the rendering of the dusk, or the small mole right now, the look Yun Xian looked at Jiang Ying was full of love and affection.

When Jiang Ying was flustered because of this look, Yun Xian leaned close to her and kissed her.

The orange light of the street lamp reflected on them, and the moon climbed up to the clouds.

At that moment, Jiang Ying's chest contracted suddenly and her breathing was hot. She heard her heart beating madly, bang, bang, bang, like thunder.

It wasn't until the music in the headphones came to an end again that Yun Xian left the girl's soft lips with nostalgia.

He still held her face, pressed her forehead against her forehead, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of her nose.

The man moved|His eyebrows after the affection seemed to be filled with moon and flowers, so gentle and incredibly gentle.

Jiang Ying's breathing was unsteady, and she tremblingly asked, "Is it so sudden?"

Yunxian let out a short chuckle, and the tone of his passion was hoarse and low: "Suddenly? I've been planning it for a long time."

After speaking, Yunxian lowered his head and pecked Jiang Ying's mouth again, as if to put an end to the long kiss.

The two sat up straight again and looked ahead, tacitly saying nothing, continuing to listen to the song, enjoying the night view with the evening breeze, letting the ambiguity take root little by little.

When getting off the bus, Yunxian stood still and turned around and stretched out his hand to Jiang Ying. Jiang Ying used his strength to jump down the last step. Yunxian took the opportunity to hold her hand in her palm and did not loosen it. The two walked under the street lamp holding hands. The shadows at their feet were tall and short, and they were intimately attached to each other.

Yun Xian squeezed the back of Jiang Ying's hand and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Ying shook his head: "I ate so full in the afternoon, are you hungry?"

Yun Xian also smiled and shook his head.

Jiang Ying was stunned by his smile, averted his gaze in a panic, staring at the pearl on the toe of his shoe and asked, "Then what are we going to do now?"

It should be reasonable for her to arrange it, but she has no way of thinking right now, and Jiang Ying is also embarrassed to say that when she just got up from the seat, she didn't know how to walk anymore.

Yun Xian was also worried about the injury on her foot: "Are you tired, do you want to go back to the hotel to rest?"

Jiang Ying replied anxiously: "Don't be tired, wait a minute, it's not time yet."

"What time?"

He accidentally said that he missed his mouth, Jiang Ying licked his lips, making excuses jerkily: "I mean, I can go shopping for a while."

"Okay, let's go then."

There is a small park nearby. The vigorous middle-aged and elderly people are dancing square dance, a few children learn to skate in the open space, and there are also couples walking in pairs.

A little boy slid neatly over a row of obstacles, and Jiang Ying couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, he is so amazing."

Yunxian saw a group of young people skateboarding in front of him, and asked Jiang Ying, "Do you still skateboard now?"

Jiang Ying followed his gaze and saw that the girl with pink double ponytails completed a chaos from the steps. This is an action with a high degree of difficulty, even the success rate of professional wrenches is not high. After she finished, she smiled especially, arrogant appeared on the young and beautiful face, indescribably touching. The companions below burst into cheers and applause, and the girl made a gesture of acceptance and sat down again with her skateboard in her arms.

Jiang Ying looked at the girl with envious feelings: "No, I can't even count as a beginner at my level. Shen Xuan used to play very well, but now he can't play it anymore."

Yunxian said, "The first impressions you and you give are actually very different."

Jiang Ying nodded in agreement: "You are not the first to say that."

Yun Xian led her to continue walking forward, without changing his face and said, "Who else? Ex?"

Jiang Ying squinted at him, "You seem to care about Lu Tingyang."

Yun Xian shrugged, noncommittal.

When he got to a place with fewer people, Yun Xian said, "In fact, I didn't want to come to Shanghai with you."

Jiang Ying remembered his reaction that day and asked, "So why were you angry that day?"

Yunxian let go of her hand, and the two stood facing each other: "Not angry."

"what is that?"

"My business with you, I don't want to be mixed with other people. I don't want to be the tool for you to let go of your ex."

Jiang Ying's heart tightened: "Don't get me wrong, I don't have any lingering feelings."

The corners of Yun Xian's mouth curled up: "I know."

He stepped forward, wrapped his hands around Jiang Ying's waist and hugged him up.

Suddenly flying into the sky, there was a rolling river outside the railing next to him. Jiang Ying's center of gravity was unstable, and he subconsciously put his arms around Yun Xian's neck, and said strangely: "What are you doing?"

Yunxian looked into her eyes with the light of the street lamp: "Then do you know why I want to accompany you?"

Jiang Ying's voice suddenly lost his confidence: "Why?"

"One, I want to meet your ex. Two, it seems good to do a fake show."

Jiang Ying hugged his neck tightly and asked, "Then what are you doing now?"

"Two choices, you agree, I will let you down."

Jiang Ying frowned and replied: "If I don't agree with you, just throw me into the river?"

Yun Xian laughed low, and the little moles right now were messing up again: "You agree, I will let you down, or you can kiss me and come down again."

Jiang Ying's heart shook, and she felt that her whole body was hot and soft. She bit her lower lip, buried her face in Yunxian's shoulder, and said softly and in a coquettish manner: "Let me down first, okay? "

Yun Xian's breathing was messed up, and his heart softened into a puddle of water, but he still insisted on saying to her, "Then do you agree?"

Jiang Ying rubbed his neck again, soft hair brushed across the skin, like feathers across the tip of his heart: "Let me down, you go back to the hotel first, and wait for me to find you."

Yun Xian took a deep breath, put her arm around her waist, and put her down.

Jiang Ying landed on her feet, took out her mobile phone and took a look at the time, and said to Yun Xian very fast, "You go back to the hotel and wait for me, I will come right away." After that, she was about to run out, and Yun Xian called her: "Jiang Ying—"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Ying stopped, returned to him, and kissed his cheek on his tiptoe: "Wait for me, come right away!"

Her eyes were shining, as if the sky was full of stars.

Yun Xian looked at her hurriedly leaving back, and laughed softly. He wanted to see what the brave little warrior was going to do.

Yun Xian returned to the hotel alone and waited for about an hour in the room.

During this period, he wanted to send messages to Jiang Ying countless times, but he was abruptly held back.

When the doorbell rang, he almost rushed to open the door.

When the door was opened, what he saw first was a large bouquet of roses, delicate red, the petals were still adorned with water drops, and the sweet fragrance wafted.

Holding the bouquet of roses, Jiang Ying gasped and said, "The whole night before coming to Shanghai, I was thinking about how to confess to you. Shen Xuan said, if he likes you, it doesn’t matter what you say. If he doesn’t Like you, it’s useless if you wrap up the Petronas Twin Towers to support him. So I ended up, very vulgar, and only bought you a bouquet of roses."

After being silent for a while, Yunxian took the bouquet from Jiang Ying's arms and placed it on the counter, then took her arm to her arms and slammed the door.

Jiang Ying was pressed against the wall by him, with cold tiles behind him, and his chest with body temperature in front of him, stimulating her nerves dually.

Yun Xian's lips were infinitely close to her without covering them. He lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Would you like to be with me?"

The breath that had just calmed down again began to rush, Jiang Ying stepped forward and kissed the corner of his lips. She said seriously and firmly: "Yes."

Yun Xian's heart was empty for a moment, and then he hugged her waist, took a step forward, and bowed his head to deepen the kiss.

Lips|tooths|intertwined|wrapped, swallowing breath, they hugged and indulged.

Yun Xian licked Jiang Ying's lower lip, like a coax, Jiang Ying's teeth were easily pried open, his soft tongue gently invaded, leading the ups and downs of her mood.

There seemed to be small thorns on his back that were tightly pierced, and there was a tingling sensation all over his body. Jiang Ying could only hug Yun Xian's neck tightly so that his legs could not become weak and unable to stand.

I don't know how long he kissed, Jiang Ying only felt dizzy, and he felt as if he had stepped on a cotton cloud under his feet.

Yun Xian raised his hand and stroked her flushed cheeks and moist lips with her thumb, her voice hoarse: "It's really a kiss."

With the air conditioner turned on in the room, Jiang Ying's forehead was sweaty, and his breathing became hot: "Could you not mention this?"

Yun Xian smiled, holding her in one hand and the rose in the other, leading her into it: "Come with me."

There were two gift boxes on the coffee table in the living room. Yun Xian put the rose on the single sofa, pointed to the two boxes and said, "It's for you."

Jiang Ying raised his eyebrows, knelt down on the carpet and began to open the two gift boxes.

The first box contained the Hermès Nile Garden, classic citrus notes, sweet and slightly sour, wrapped in a fresh fragrance of vegetation, like a plump orange hanging on the branches of the woods by the river.

She opened the lid, sprayed a pump on her wrist, and sniffed.

Yun Xian leaned his arm to one side and said to her, "Do you like it?"

Jiang Ying nodded: "I like it."

"Look at another one."

Jiang Ying went on to open the second box. To her surprise, there was also a bottle of perfume in the second box—TomFord's extremely controversial Lostcherry. Some people describe it as sweet as the red cherries on a cream cake. Some people say that its taste is full of passion, like a cup of warm cherry wine in winter.

The warmth of Turkish rose, the sweetness of black cherries, and the alienation of bitter almonds are blended with it. It is incredibly attractive and a very attractive woody fragrance.

Jiang Ying put two bottles of perfume on the table and asked Yun Xian: "Why did you buy two bottles?"

Yun Xian put down his overlapping hands, got up and walked towards her: "When I picked them, I felt like you, so I bought them all."

Jiang Ying raised his eyebrows and repacked the two bottles of perfume into the box.

The night is late, the evening wind blows away the clouds, the stars are shining on the branches, and the crimson fantasy of mankind is about to move in the vast universe.

"I like both bottles, but of all the perfumes, my favorite is Loewe's early morning after the event."

After speaking, Jiang Ying looked at Yun Xian and found that the other person's expression was a little hard to express.

She leaned back slightly: "I'm not suggesting anything to you."

"This sentence just now is not an irony!"

The author has something to say: I always feel that this chapter is going to be crabbed...