Chapter 41 (1/2)

At seven o'clock that night, ye Ziheng stood at the door of Lin Ya's house and looked at Lin ya, who opened the door for himself, and the whole person suddenly looked stupid.

This is linya?

saw Lin Ya in the room, with a white body and a long black and straight hair on her shoulders. The blush on her cheeks was like natural blush. It looked like a just ripe red apple, giving people a feeling of biting.

Lin Ya sees ye Ziheng all the time looking at himself not to speak, the blush on the face is more and more serious, some shy low voice asks a way.

”Well, can we go now?”

Ye Ziheng responded with a smile.

”I'm sorry. I was just fascinated by it, but I didn't respond to it.”

When Lin Ya heard this, she immediately occupied her cheek with blush. Now she only felt that her cheek was hot, like a fever.

Ye Ziheng sees this and doesn't say anything more. He's afraid that Lin Ya will be too shy to go out.

”Then let's go.”

Ye Ziheng said, then stretched out his hand and grasped Lin Ya's hand.

Lin Ya didn't refuse. She clenched ye Ziheng's hand and followed him out of the community.

Twenty minutes later, ye Ziheng and Lin Ya arrived at the night market.

There are all kinds of snacks, barbecues and countless places in the night market. In addition, there are many places of entertainment, such as throwing sandbags and smashing dolls, and so on. It is the first choice for people nearby to stroll in the night.

Just into the night market, ye Ziheng bought a cup of milk tea for each of them, then strolled all the way down.

The most important thing in the night market is food and snacks. There are all kinds of them.

But ye Ziheng doesn't pay attention to these things. What he pays attention to is Lin Ya's eyes. Whenever Lin Ya looks at that thing, his eyes suddenly jump, or there is a small change on his face, ye Ziheng stops immediately, sells one and eats it together.

Don't look at Lin Ya's slim appearance, but when it comes to eating, she is definitely a foodie.

Grilled mutton kebab, grilled squid, small fry bag, one at a time, eat happily, and sometimes giggle at ye Ziheng.