Kong Si talked about love and said that she might have to consider getting married in the past two years, but she didn't know what Zhuge Yu was thinking. "He has never mentioned it to me, so I don't know what he was thinking."

"Have you tried to ask?"

Kong Si shook his head, "I dare not ask, fear is a bad answer."

After all, Zhuge Yu was in a romantic relationship and had a lot of girlfriends. Kong Si was the one who stayed with him for the longest time.

"Actually, I can see that Brother Zhuge still likes you very much. Maybe he is planning?"

"No one can say anything about feelings. Maybe he didn't go to get married, and I don't know." Kong Si sighed and changed the topic, "But I can see that Duan Zhuo has changed a lot to you now. He really likes you."

Zhimian pursed his lips, and Kong Si said, "I heard from Zhuge Yu that Duan Zhuo has had a bad year in the past."

Zhimian was stunned.

"After you officially broke up, he was decadent for a long time, as if he had fallen into the bottom of the valley," Kong Si said. "I think people like Duan Zhuo don't write deep affection on their faces. He is always careless, making people unable to guess their thoughts and feel careless about everything, but he is definitely not like this."

Zhimian heard this and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

The two walked to the riverside and then turned back. After walking a few steps, they saw a figure walking towards them.

It was Duan Zhuo.

Zhimianwei watched him walk straight to his side, Kong Si smiled and was very tactful: "I'll leave first."

Kong Si slipped away directly.

The night is vast, the river surface is rippling, and the river breeze blows.

Zhimian's face was suspicious: "Aren't you playing with them? Why are you here?"

Duan Zhuo put his hands in his pockets: "It's not interesting to play games."

It's more interesting to be with her.

Zhimian didn't say much, "Let's go back."

The two walked back. Zhimian felt that the high heels she was wearing today were too swelling. It hurt so much at this moment. Her pace slowed down a little. Duan Zhuo noticed that she was not walking very naturally and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, the shoes are a little bit swelling."

Duan Zhuo stopped and squatted in front of her, pinched her ankle and frowned slightly, "The heels were all bleeded."

The man's palm was warm and hot, and Zhimian quickly pulled it back, "It's okay, these shoes just fit this skirt, I won't wear them tomorrow."

"I'll carry you back."

"Need not."

Zhimian took off his shoes, stepped on the beach barefoot, and stepped on them twice, "This will make you feel much more comfortable, just wash your feet when you go back."

Duan Zhuo didn't force her to pick up her shoes.

The two walked back, Zhimian remembered what Kong Si said tonight, turned around and glanced at his tough face.

I had something in my heart, but in the end I still wanted to speak but stopped.

The two walked back to the villa. The first floor was very quiet. Everyone was upstairs. Duan Zhuo didn't say anything, but turned to the upper floor. Zhimian walked to the bathroom and rinsed his feet. After coming out, he sat on the sofa in the living room, wiped the water from his feet with tissues, and saw Duan Zhuo coming down from the upstairs.

The man came to her, half-squatted down, holding a bottle of potion, disinfectant and band-aid.

He held her ankle, put her feet on his legs, turned on the disinfectant, dipped it in a cotton swab, and looked up at her:

“A little spicy, bear it.”

Zhimian was stunned, "I'll do it myself..."

Before she finished speaking, a hot feeling spread across the broken skin, and she took a breath of air conditioning.

He paused and relaxed his strength.

Duan Zhuo didn't say anything, focused on his hands, gentle and meticulous.

The retro table lamp next to the table exudes a warm orange light, which falls on Duan Zhuo's angular face, adding a touch of softness. Zhimian lowers his eyes and looks at him like this, suddenly I feel a little strange.

After taking the medicine, he tore a band-aid.

Zhimian lowered his head and suddenly glanced at the sleeve of his right hand slightly upward, revealing his wrist inadvertently.

There is a particularly obvious black tattoo on the wrist.

She looked closely and saw two letters engraved on it—zbr/>

Zhimian's pupils trembled.

She suddenly remembered a sentence that someone else wanted to speak but stopped yesterday in the office.

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Chapter completed!