Chapter Third 2
"I didn't. Actually..." I briefly reported to her my persistent stalking behavior for more than a month, and praised his heroic act of saving me on the subway last time. I didn't mention the two times I made a fool of myself in front of him. Finally, I slowly got to the point, "Yesterday he asked me to attend his birthday party."
"Oh, dear, last time I asked you if you were interested in someone, who was hesitating? Now it has even developed to the point where you want to attend a birthday party. Humph! I think you two already like each other." Xiao Yi joked in a very unkind manner on the other end of the phone.
"No way! We haven't even started yet! He's such a perfect person... Oh, I really have no confidence in myself." I complained while lying on the bed looking at the ceiling. What I said was true, I really had no confidence in myself.
"That's great. I've invited you to the birthday party. There's hope." Xiao Yi listened with great interest. "If you need any help from me, the love master Xiao Yi, just ask. We're sisters, so don't be polite!"
"Of course I need your help, my lovely Xiaoyi, my love master. I don't seem to have a dress to attend the party."
"No problem, come on, the love guru will take you to buy it. I promise to make you sexier than Marilyn Monroe and more beautiful than Angelina Jolie!" Xiao Yi said excitedly on the other end of the phone.
Inside the mall.
"Hey, hurry up! I'm buying clothes for you, can you cooperate?" Xiaoyi, who had already walked a long way ahead, couldn't help but yell at me impatiently because I hadn't caught up yet. God knows where she got such vigorous energy. She has been shopping for two hours. Isn't she tired?
"Here it comes, don't rush me, let me rest for a while!" I said, panting.
I finally understand why Ruiqing, that bastard, said that shopping is more tiring than running 10,000 meters. Why do women still enjoy doing such tiring work? I really don't understand it, even though I am a woman too.
"Strive for beauty, don't you understand?" Xiao Yi glared at me with disdain, "Go, don't be so listless. Imagine that you are wearing beautiful clothes and your prince can recognize you in the crowd at a glance. What a happy thing that is! For your prince, for your happiness, go for it!"
I knew Xiaoyi said this because she had read too many romance novels, but I was still incited by her without ambition. I gritted my teeth and rushed forward with all my strength, supporting my aching legs.
"Well, okay, let's continue shopping, but before that, can you let me take a break?"
I looked up and saw the Dairy Queen store in front of me. I said, "How about I treat you to ice cream? Let's have ice cream and then go shopping, okay?"
No girl can resist the temptation of ice cream, not even Xiaoyi. So when we walked out of the store, we were all licking the waffle cones in our hands with satisfaction, as if we had walked around the street for more than two hours just to eat ice cream.
"Xiaoyi, what kind of clothes do you think I should wear to attract him?" I took a big bite of the ice cream, and the cool and light matcha flavor slowly melted on the tip of my tongue. That feeling was so happy.
"Dressing like this will attract him."
I followed Xiaoyi's gaze and saw a light blue dress in the window. The low-key yet elegant color, the simple yet gorgeous style, and the princess-like temperament exuding from the model made Xiaoyi and I stand in front of the window, holding hands tightly, so excited that we couldn't separate for a long time.
"That's it!" I said firmly.
"That's it!" Xiao Yi licked the ice cream and said with shining eyes.
I couldn't believe that the person in the mirror was me. I was wearing light blue gauze and a small and delicate white belt around my waist. The V-neck made me look less childish and more mature.
The person in the mirror looks like a princess. No, it should be a real princess.
"Oh my god!" Xiaoyi circled around me with ice cream in her hands, her eyes full of envy, "Yaya, I can hardly recognize you in this dress. It's completely different from your usual temperament. It's true that clothes make the man. You instantly become beautiful."
Although Xiaoyi's words were mixed, I still happily turned around in front of the mirror, as if I saw the look of surprise that Tsurugahara had when he looked at me on my birthday party.
However, reality is often cruel. When Xiaoyi and I saw the price tag "600" on the dress, we both felt like eggplants hit by frost. The excitement we had just felt disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Xiao Yi." I wanted to cry but couldn't. "Why am I not a rich man?"
"Yaya." Xiao Yi covered her face and sobbed, "Why aren't you a rich man?"
Although I was determined to give up this dress, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my beautiful self for a long time without being able to move. If I wore this dress on Tsuruga's birthday, would it mean that I would be more confident in confessing my love? Would it be more successful? In fact, I don't really want to be beautiful, I just want to be more confident.
"Very beautiful." Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind me. The tone was very flat, but it revealed the unconcealable surprise and appreciation.
I slowly raised my head and looked at the person standing behind me in the mirror. He had a sharp face, a tall and slender figure, and of course, he exuded a noble and elegant temperament like a prince. A familiar figure, a familiar voice, the only thing that was unfamiliar was the stunning light flashing in his eyes.
Tsurugahara, it's him.
My face suddenly turned red. I didn't want him to see my embarrassment, so I lowered my head and acted like a lady: "Thank you." My voice was as small as a mosquito.
"It looks very nice. Are you going to wear this to some important occasion? The color matches your skin tone very well." Tsurugahara's voice sounded again. Unlike his previous indifference, this time it carried a soothing tone.
Is he trying to make me calm down?
I took a deep breath and was about to answer, but Xiaoyi said, "Yes, yes, our Yaya is for..."
Seeing that she was about to tell me what was on my mind, I quickly covered her mouth, then looked at Tsurugahara apologetically and said with a smile, "Yes, my friend's father is having a birthday, and I have to attend the birthday party, so I came here to buy clothes."
I was still smiling, but Xiaoyi had already broken free from my hands and was glaring at me fiercely. I had no choice but to put my hands together and beg her not to say anything where Tsurugahara couldn't see. Xiaoyi snorted coldly and ignored me.
"So that's how it is." Tsurugahara touched his nose and smiled, as if he was a little uncomfortable with Xiaoyi's and my sudden actions.
"Is this your friend?" he asked me, looking at Xiaoyi.
"I'm Xiaoyi, Ge Ruya's support group and relationship advisor."
What the hell is Xiao Yi talking about? What kind of relationship consultant?
What should I do? My lips couldn't help but tremble in an emergency, and now seeing Tsurugahara's gentle eyes looking at me, I trembled even more.
"Are you still nervous?" He smiled gently, his beautiful eyes curved like the moon last night. Oh my God! How could there be such a good-looking person?
"No, no." I hurriedly waved my hands to deny it, and then I was in trouble.
I waved my hands desperately to say it was okay, but I forgot I was still holding the waffle cone in my hand. As I waved my hands, the whole ice cream flew out and hit Tsurugahara right on the body. Seeing a large stain on the T-shirt that was originally as white as snow, I was like a stupid goose and had no idea what to do. I didn't dare to look up, but just kept apologizing with my head down.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." It seems like I can't say anything else except sorry.
I lowered my head and dared not look at him. I glanced at the obvious ice cream mark on his white T-shirt from the corner of my eye. I thought that he would be very angry because he was such a clean person. Would he ignore me in the future? How should I explain to him that I didn't mean it?
"I……"
"Are you too nervous?" His gentle voice suddenly came from above my head. I slowly raised my head, and those gentle eyes lit up my whole world again.
"Ah..." My language center, please don't go on strike at this time, okay?
"Haha, it's okay." He took out a tissue and gently wiped the stain, then threw the tissue into the trash can. "See, it's okay now, right? Don't take it to heart."
"You're not angry?" I mustered up the courage to look up at him. This was the most complete sentence I had said since meeting him today.
Hearing what I said, Tsurugahara narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he said elegantly: "Why should I be angry? You didn't mean it." He paused, as if he saw that I was still very nervous, so he spoke again, "Do you like this dress?" Tsurugahara suddenly asked a question that was unrelated to the topic.
"I like it." I answered without thinking.
“Why not?”
“Not enough money.”
"Is that so? Then let's change it first."
"Oh." After hearing his words, I obediently ran to the locker room to change my clothes, but when I came out, I only saw Tsurugahara waiting for me at the door.
Seeing me coming out, he stood up from leaning against the door and looked at me with a smile: "Are you done changing?"
"Yeah." I answered with my head down, put the dress in my hand into the hands of the clerk, then looked around and asked, "Where's Xiaoyi?"
"The subway is flying fast..."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard my cell phone ringing. I took it out and saw that it was Xiaoyi calling.
I pressed the answer button, and Xiaoyi's voice came over: "Yaya, I have something urgent to do and I have to leave first. You and Prince Tsurugahara can have fun in the mall. By the way, I just told Tsurugahara that I was going to the bathroom. Please tell him that I have something to do and I have to leave early. I wish you happiness!"
What is this girl talking about? I held my phone with my back to Tsurugahara, sweat on my forehead. What is "fun" and "happiness"? Please, I'm so nervous in front of him that I can't even speak! This stinky girl actually left me here, really, what should I do?
"Has your friend left?" Tsurugahara's voice came from behind, still gentle, but at this moment, I would be nervous no matter when and where I faced him, so I could only...
"Bang!" When I turned around, I didn't notice there was a clothes rack behind me, and I bumped into it directly.
"Ruya, you..." Tsurugahara's surprised voice came from behind me, but then -
"Bang!" I didn't notice that there was a basin next to the clothes hanger that had been placed there at some point. I didn't stand firmly and accidentally stepped on the basin, and then I watched it break into pieces in front of my eyes.
Wuuuu… I really didn’t mean to do that, I really didn’t see it.
And…wait, did he just call me Ruya? Why is he calling me so intimately? Is it because what happened just now happened so suddenly that he just called me out unintentionally? There shouldn’t be any other meaning, right?
The shop assistant came over quickly after hearing the noise. Seeing their shocked expressions, I really wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Woohoo… Is this really a bad year for me? Why do I have to make a fool of myself every time I see my perfect honey? Why can't I leave a perfect image in front of him for even a minute?
"You are such a worry." A white and slender hand suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. I moved my gaze upwards and saw the boy's smiling eyes, which were mixed with a hint of helplessness, but still so gentle.
I didn't move, I just stood there staring at Tsurugahara's hand, such a beautiful hand, white, clean and slender. Usually I feel it is a kind of enjoyment just to look at it, I didn't expect that this beautiful hand would reach out to me now.
Tsurugahara extended his hand to me. Does this mean something? Or does it imply that he actually likes me?
Thinking of this, my face turned even redder. I hesitated and didn’t dare to extend my hand. I wiped my sweaty palms on my clothes again and again, for fear of dirtying his hands when I shook hands with him.
The atmosphere was awkwardly silent, but I would rather remain silent than say anything to ruin what I thought was a wonderful atmosphere.
I never thought that the perfect honey in my dreams would reach out to me, and I never thought that the person I had been watching from afar would be so close to me at this moment. I looked at that hand and swallowed my saliva. As long as I reached out and held his hand, as long as...
"Do you want to buy that dress?" He held my hand before me, as warm as I expected.
I let him pull me out of the mall and walk towards the square outside. Walking on the busy street, Tsurugahara just held my hand like this, no promises, no vows, nothing, just holding my hand, and I felt very satisfied with this.
"Why aren't you talking?" Tsurugahara suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at me.
It was then that I realized that he had just asked me a question, so I quickly answered: "Well, I really want to buy it, but..."
I almost pointed my finger at Hinata in Naruto and said, "Not enough money."
Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation on my head. I looked up in confusion. He gently rubbed my hair with his hands, and there was a smile in his eyes and eyebrows: "Can I make a request of you?"
Request? I looked at him in confusion. Tsuruga was going to make a request of me? My eyes suddenly stopped at our holding hands, and I couldn't help but start to fantasize.
We are already holding hands, so would this request be...
I couldn't help but close my eyes, imagining the prince standing in front of me in a suit, with a smile on his lips and his eyes shining with starlight. He slowly approached me, and the orchid-like fragrance on his body came towards me. I stood on tiptoe, raised my head slightly, and then pout.
"Um."
Why did Tsurugahara seem like he was holding back his laughter?
"How about we be friends? Then you won't be so nervous."
What? He asked me to be his friend?
I suddenly opened my eyes and saw Tsurugahara blinking gently, his long eyelashes almost brushing my face. It turned out that without realizing it, I had been pouting, closing my eyes, and standing on tiptoe to get so close to him.
“Ah!” I screamed. My face was so hot that an egg could be fried. “I, I…”
He saw me being infatuated with him. I couldn't get rid of this even if I jumped into the Yellow River. Would he think I was a girl who was too bold to be lecherous? Would he think I was not reserved? Woohoo... my image, the sweet, lovely, gentle and ladylike image that I had worked so hard to build! I seemed to see them flapping their wings in front of me and waving goodbye to me.
"I just..." Tsurugahara said, trying not to laugh, "I didn't see anything, so you don't have to mind it."
What? He obviously wanted to laugh! I glared at him angrily, and then blushed because the man opposite me was too handsome. I had to lower my head and stare at our hands.
"I don't mind." It took me a lot of effort to say what I wanted to say, but I didn't dare to look up at the person standing in front of me. My face was still hot, and my voice was so low that I couldn't even hear it myself. "It's good to be friends, it's good."
After saying this, I don't know why I felt a little disappointed. It turned out that he just wanted to be friends with me, so why did he hold my hand? I misunderstood his intention. Thinking of this, I don't know where the strength came from, and I broke free from Tsurugahara's hand.
Tsurugahara was obviously shocked by my action. He touched his nose with an unpleasant look on his face. For some reason, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I held your hand without your consent." After a pause, he continued, "I just don't want to see you walking around in a daze again. Haha, I was a little worried that you would fall again, so I held your hand. I hope you won't be angry."
It turned out that I didn't even understand his real intention of holding my hand. My heart was hurt for a moment. Why did he hold my hand if he didn't like me? Why did he suddenly hold my hand and ask me for something if he didn't like me? Why didn't he like me...
