Please Have a Cup of Green Tea

"Two cups of strawberry bobo, half sugar and ice, pack."

In front of the counter, the girl with a school uniform jacket tied around her waist grabbed the edge of the marble, her pink lips curled up in a playful arc, as if it were sweeter than the fruit tea she ordered.

On the road outside the store, the boy in the black vest removed his helmet and looked at her from a distance across a large queue of people.

Those pupils, which were usually cold as obsidian, were now showing a soft feeling.

Too bad no one noticed.

The ice cubes hit, the tea juice splashed, and the two cups of fruit tea after adding strawberry jam and transparent bobo were carefully put into the machine for plasticization.

Bi Ming watched the clerk's operation without blinking, as if looking forward to it.

"Guest, you haven't paid the bill yet. It's 14 yuan in total." The clerk pointed to the QR code next to the menu, "Just scan it."

"Wait a minute." Bi Ming took out a green grandpa Mao from the pocket of the school uniform around his waist, "Can I use cash?"

"Okay, okay." The clerk rarely accepts banknotes, but looking at the little girl's sweet smile, she still quickly finds her the money.

The girl stuffed the scattered banknotes she found back into her school uniform pocket, and ran towards the boy who was waiting for her with two cups of fruit tea.

Pei Jingshuo looked at her rushing over, her plain white face was flushed with a healthy blush like a rose, the ponytail tied behind her head flicked in the air, and her clear eyes were full of honey-like eyes. smile.

Sweet and soft, like a bulging marshmallow, filling his heart little by little.

She was like the first dream of all teenagers, floating towards him in a pure and sweet way, more beautiful than imagined.

"Hey, Pei Jingshuo, don't be in a daze." Bi Ming shook his hand in front of his eyes and handed him a bag with strawberry tea, "This is yours."

"Huh?" The fragrance of jasmine mixed with the sweetness of strawberries lingered on the tip of his nose, leaving him no room to think.

"Thank you for inviting me, I've put the change in your school uniform." The girl took off the school uniform around her waist and seemed a little embarrassed when she handed it to him, "Well, you don't have to continue sending me, I'll pay it back later. Go back to the shop to help."

"Ruan Xiaoan," he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back forcibly, "accompany me to finish drinking this before leaving."

"But..." The girl who was holding her arm seemed to be stunned.

"Don't think about crossing the river and demolishing the bridge." The boy looked down at her and threatened with a smile.

Bi Ming seemed to want to defend herself, but the next second she saw the other party lift the helmet and gently buckle it on top of her head.

"Let's go, just for a while."

The young man's voice was as soft as the wind at the moment, like a feather brushing his heart, making it ticklish for no reason.

Bi Ming held the heavy helmet in one hand and his fruit tea in the other, and sighed softly:

"Okay."

"It sounds like she's very unhappy." Pei Jingshuo flicked the helmet she was wearing, making her tremble with a thud.

"You, what are you doing?"

"What a coward." The boy shook his head and threw the jacket back to her. "Let's go, don't forget to wear this."

The second time he got on his motorcycle, Bi Ming was obviously more familiar. It's just that when those thighs were tucked behind his back, the boy's face was a little unnatural.

"It's time to go." The unconscious idiot whispered behind his ear.

The hot air blowing made his Adam's apple move, and the boy's blood rushed to his head.

"Buzzing", the engine accelerated, the accelerator stepped on, and the black motorcycle flew out again.

"Ah ah ah-" The girl didn't seem to be fully prepared, she leaned back, and the strawberry fruit tea in her hand was thrown out, "My tea!"

However, this is a one-way street, and it is impossible for them to suddenly brake and turn around to pick up the drink that was thrown out.

"Hold tight, idiot." The boy helplessly slowed down, but he felt the girl's soft body clinging to him.

"Too, too fast..." She trembled in fear, and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, "Pei Jingshuo, can you slow down?"

Pei Jingshuo's face became more and more red.

"Grass!" He didn't know what he was scolding, but he felt something boiling in his veins, and his enthusiasm seemed to be about to burst above his head.

In the girl's trembling soft words, the nervous Pei Jingshuo's head was almost blank. Fortunately, the traffic on this one-way street was not busy, and he finally brought the person to the destination smoothly.

West River Bridge.

The curved overpass is propped up by steel bars, and beautiful neon lights are wrapped around it. Since the twilight has not dissipated, there is no colorful light unique to the night at this time.

The motorcycle was parked at the bottom of the bridge, and he took her up the embankment and sat on a relatively clean open space.

"My strawberry bobo tea—" The girl who took off the helmet's eyes flushed slightly, and her lips pursed a little unhappily, "It's all your fault for riding too fast."

Pei Jingshuo held his cup and put it on her face, smiling a little badly:

"Who told you not to hold tight?"

Bi Ming was shivered by the cup of fruit tea jelly, and immediately waved his hand: "Pei Jingshuo, you, you..."

The girl didn't seem to be very good at swearing, and after holding it for a while, she finally held back two words—

"Fool!"

The corners of Pei Jingshuo's lips and brows raised at this moment, and she laughed straight at her: "Hey, Ruan Xiaoan, are you imitating me?"

The girl looked at him angrily and opened the cup of fruit tea without saying a word.

Pei Jingshuo turned his wrist and brought the fruit tea to her mouth.

"Don't be angry, I'll give you a drink."

The little girl pushed away: "No more."

Looking at someone who was angry, Pei Jingshuo narrowed his eyes—

"Really not?"

"No, you lost mine." The girl hugged her knees and tried her best not to look at him.

"Then I'll drink it." Pei Jingshuo poked her, his voice didn't sound like a joke, "Don't regret it."

Soon, there was a rustling sound in the air, as if drinking tea.

The girl turned her head back, her apricot eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe that he really drank it all by himself.

However, the half-empty transparent cup proves everything.

"You..." The little rabbit finally became anxious, and no matter how good his temper was, he couldn't help but break out, "Why are you like this?"

"Hey, do you like drinking this so much?" Pei Jingshuo wasn't nervous, the corners of his eyes and brows were teasing at the moment, as if he thought it was a very interesting thing for a girl to be awkward in front of him for the first time.

The girl ignored him, stood up and walked forward.

"My clothes are still on your waist, Ruan Xiaoan—" The young man followed her unhurriedly, "And here are several kilometers away from your house, do you want to walk back?"

"I'll take a taxi." The girl muttered as she removed the school uniform around her waist and threw it over, "I'll give it back to you!"

She felt that she was being played by Pei Jingshuo.

I was so scared that I lost half my life on the motorcycle, I didn't drink milk tea, and I had to watch this guy drink it.

Of course, for Bi Ming under the skin, it was just that Pei Jingshuo didn't insist on handing him the last cup of fruit tea to drink.

Disobedient stupid dog, she just ignores it.

But the next moment Pei Jingshuo's actions exceeded her expectations.

"troublesome."

The boy sighed softly, threw away the jacket that the girl had thrown back, and stepped forward with long legs, pulling the person back.

Those strong and powerful arms firmly restrained the girl's struggle.

"I'll take you back to buy it, Ruan Xiaoan, don't do this."

The little girl lowered her head and stepped on his feet with a little effort: "No, let me go."

"Don't make trouble," he pressed her arms easily, leaned down, and pressed against the tip of her nose, "don't you just want to drink strawberry tea? I'll give it to you."

Bi Ming's eyes widened slightly.

But it was too late, he leaned down and pressed his lips lightly against hers.

The sweet smell of strawberries penetrated between the lips.

"Don't mess with me next time, be nice."

Accompanied by the hoarse voice of the young man, the touching lips gradually melted together.