Chapter 2952: First Initiative (1)

Shi Jinyang stood a few meters away from her, his eyes quietly falling in her direction. In the night, his dark black pupils were as bright as shining stars.

Tong Yan was slightly startled, her eyes slowly moved along his figure from bottom to top, and she looked at him inconspicuously. Seeing him neatly dressed, even his clothes were not wrinkled at all, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She calmed down her face, stood up as if nothing had happened, and casually brushed a small strand of hair on her forehead. She replied to him lightly, "No one is stupider than the one who got into an accident while driving."

She was mocking him, Shi Jinyang made fun of her stupidity, he was not angry, and threw a word back to him lightly.

Shi Jinyang's dark eyes like stars just stared at her quietly, and unexpectedly, he did not make any rebuttal to her words.

Such him made Tong Yan stunned.

With a slight sideways glance, her eyes glanced at him inconspicuously.

Shi Jinyang was walking towards her, his long legs staggered, his hard leather shoes stepped on the snow, and occasionally the broken branches made a creaking sound.

He looked at her with bright eyes, and every step was sonorous and powerful.

Tong Yan stared at him getting closer and closer to her, and forgot to react for a moment.

Shi Jinyang walked to her side with his long legs, stood in front of her, glanced at her, and then made a move that surprised Tong Yan.

His eyes slowly scanned her body, his body half bent, and every time his eyes wandered over a place, he gently patted the remaining snow on her clothes.

There was a gentleness in his movements that was completely different from usual. He patted the snow on her clothes, pulled the two ends of her clothes with both hands, like he was tidying up a child who had just fallen, and helped her smooth out the wrinkles on it.

Tong Yan woodenly let him move, her heart seemed to be gently teased by something, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

Shi Jinyang carefully helped her tidy up her clothes, stood up, and turned his eyes to her face. His fingertips penetrated her hair and began to wipe the snowflakes from her hair.

Tong Yan allowed him to do what he did throughout the whole process, without saying anything or pushing him away.

His movements were particularly delicate, and his fingertips occasionally brushed across Tong Yan's cheeks, which were cold and icy, like an ice sculpture in winter, which inexplicably made Tong Yan have a strong urge to warm him.

Shi Jinyang was still helping her wipe the snowflakes from her hair, his movements were slow and patient.

Tong Yan's hair was only shoulder-length when she was young.

Shi Jinyang remembered that she rarely had long hair, not to mention the waist-length hair that many men admired.

The Tong Yan in his memory has always been simple, refreshing, clean, and neat, not like a girl.

However, I don't know when she started to grow long hair.

Shi Jinyang's fingertips entangled a small strand of her hair, gently passing it around, letting it go and hooking it again, playing with it several times, he stared at her hair quietly.

Now she has a childlike face, but her hair has grown to her chest.

Her hair is very smooth, and when it is casually scattered, it falls on her shoulders like silk, and it seems to glow in the night.

Her facial features are extremely delicate. When her hair is short, she will show a bit of heroism. When her hair is long, she is more gentle than before.