HIS ONE SEE QING XIN - Chapter 68 LOVE

The next few days, Mo Fei was sullen, and did not take the initiative to find Yan Qing.

Tomorrow it’s time to go to school, and dad called Yan Qing to ask about tuition fees and living expenses.

“Well… Okay… I know… Don’t worry about me…” Yan Qing hung up the phone.

She changed into a small avocado-colored skirt with a pair of flat black single shoes, put on her collapsed bag, went out, and knocked on the door of Mo Fei’s house.

Mo Fei opened it and was also going out in his casual outfit, he was also planning to find Yan Qing.

“That, tonight, why don’t we go eat hot pot, drink two cups, tomorrow we will leave.” Yan Qing stood in the doorway, hands grasping the shoulder strap of the collapsed bag, today looks very sweet.

“Good, I was just about to go get you too, let’s go.” Mo Fei closed the door and Yan Qing walked ahead to press the elevator.

On the way, Mo Fei did not hook her shoulder like before, nor did he speak, but only followed silently behind.

They found an old hot pot restaurant, sat down, Yan Qing took the menu to check: “What do you want to eat?”

“Maw, lettuce head, old meat slices, tender beef…” Mo Fei said seven or eight dishes in a row.

“Aren’t these all the ones I want to eat?” Yan Qing lowered her head and ticked off after the dishes, muttering to herself.

“I ordered a beer straight away oh.” Yan Qing handed the menu to the waiter, “The beer should be cold, thanks.”

“Well, it’s good that you’re happy.” Mo Fei still had a cold face.

“What’s wrong with you lately? Haven’t seen you smile much.” Yan Qing ripped the wrapping film of the sterilized dishes with her nails, and was taken over by Mo Fei, who poked the chopsticks with a “bang” and opened a hole, then ripped it open along the hole and handed it back to Yan Qing.

“It’s nothing.” Then opened his own in the same way.

The hot pot base was brought up, the surface was floating full of dried chili and pepper, they both this point is quite compatible, both love to eat spicy.

Then the waiter brought a frozen beer, Yan Qing took out a bottle, opened it, handed it to Mo Fei, and then opened a bottle for himself.

The two of them filled the glass.

“Come on, let’s drink first.” The two glasses clinked, and without waiting for Mo Fei to raise his glass, Yan Qing herself tilted her head and drained it, “Ah, comfortable!”

Mo Fei watched her drink it all in one gulp, a few drops of wine flowed from the corner of her mouth, pulled a few tissues, went over to help her dry, and then drink some of his own cup.

The dishes were brought up one after another, and the waiter helped pour some in the pot.

“Did someone piss you off? All day long, you have a sad face.” Yan Qing filled another glass of beer for herself.

“Well, it’s pretty hard to be messed with by a cat.” Mo Fei stirred the dishes in the pot with a spoon.

“Whose cat is it? It’s such a drag, even you dare to mess with it!” She lifted her glass, “Come, come, have another drink, it’s so hot.”

Mo Fei clinked with her and the two of them drank in one go.

“My family’s, not only tug, messed with me still like nothing is not aware of.”

“Tch, you’re afraid you’re not talking about me.” Yan Qing put the bottle of wine heavily on the table.

“Whoever picks it up is who!” Mo Fei doesn’t look at her, concentrating on taking chopsticks and looking for lettuce in the pot, finding one and chucking it in her bowl.

“How did I piss you off lol?” She pretended to be angry and picked up her wine to drink another glass.

Mo Fei stood up and grabbed the empty cup out of her hand and put it on the table, “Eh, the food hasn’t been eaten yet, you’ve had three glasses down, I don’t care if you get drunk later.”

“Then you say, how did I provoke you.”

Mo Fei put down his chopsticks, took out a cigarette and lighter, lit it, took a drag, held it between his index and middle finger, and said, “Yan Qing, do you really want to be a trainee?”

When Yan Qing heard him ask about it, she also put down her chopsticks and said solemnly, “Well then, I’ve been preparing for this all these years.”

“So it’s because of this that you… You don’t dare to start with me, you’re afraid of breaking up?” Mo Fei gave her another slice of old meat, “Eat more meat, you’re too skinny.”

“… Aren’t you afraid?” Yan Qing put the slice of meat in her mouth, delicious.

“I haven’t thought about it… But…” Mo Fei did not know where to start, he picked up the glass of wine and drank it all in one go.

How to tell her, like each other but can not be together, this kind of friend above, lovers are not full of feeling, he can not stand, because like is not enough? Or is it because it is too much like him that he does not dare to approach him?

He could not think clearly, what is love? Is there love in a fifteen or sixteen year old relationship? When you really love someone, doesn’t the tide of emotion always break through the bank of reason? Is it that Yan Qing’s feelings for herself are not to that extent?

If that’s the case, stop being unclear.

Either brave to love, to embrace each other.

The actual fact is that you’ll be able to get a lot more than just a few of these.